As a stude on hold(79 or 80), I was lucky enough to snag a trip to Nellis with 30 Sqn, who were shepherding a bunch of Jags there. Great trip. The Training captain flew the last leg- can't remember his name. Most unlikely steely-eyed pilot- short, bald and portly. Might have been a Davies? Call went approx:
Herc: Nellis, Ascot 1234, C-130, etc etc
Nellis:State your service sir
Herc: Royal Air Force, Ascot 1234
Nellis: Which Royal Air Force sir?
Herc: THE Royal Air Force
Nellis (pause) Roger Ascot 1234, clear land etc etc
It was priceless, and he then went on to perform the greasiest greaser you could wish for. On the packed flight deck was a boyish Bill Pixton, new spare Jag pilot. He was gobsmacked by the slippery arrival. Me: didn't know any better.
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