Winter 1968, at RAF What-a-shame. Dark, loads of snow, very early a.m.
TACEVAL called.
QRA hangar erupts with activity as number 1 Lightning scrambled.
Squadron SEngO (Sqdn.Ldr. "Sh!tface" L*******, an awful excuse for a human being) turns up to rubberneck.
Sees an SAC operating the mini-snowblower on the paths and road leading to the hangar. Tears a strip off the SAC for not clearing it quickly enough, decides to set an example and takes over the snowblower.
Unfortunately, he insists on doing it his way, and at the end of every run he turns the blower exhaust shute round 180 degrees (get the picture in your mind's eye?)
So, as he tracks across the road, the snow he has been ejecting gradually fills up the spaces he has cleared.
Only after about 15 minutes did he realise what he had been doing. Perhaps it was the sight of the groundcrew laughing at him from the warmth of the QRA crewroom............
