One day on a taceval the wing was survival scrambled, fuel no object, or put it anohter way we just sat on teh ground having done a taky walk around the airfield. Fully fuelled and rationed and doing b*gg*r all while the poor sods outside were doing the NBC black in the days before NBC suits.
Captain calls up for permission to broach the artions as we had already been 'airboring' for an hour. "Wait out". % minutes later he called again. "From OC Ops you may make hot beverages but you are NOT to eat the food."
"Munch munch" "Munch" "Munch munch" echoed round the airfield. None of the others had even thought to ask.
Was it any coincidence that Jock Pies fitted te Charlie launcher?