I too am appalled at the treatment of the forces as a whole. Life at Odius is on a shoestring at present. We have to get high level approval for approaches to civvy airfields because we can't afford the landing fees. Leaning is biting, and the tempo unrelenting. But amongst all of this, when we pack our smart black holdalls and depart for a flight at BZZ that may or may not leave that week, we must pack hope.
Hope that change is on it's way. Hope that we are reaching the depths, from which the only way is up. Hope that as a team, we can carry each other through what are essentially, pretty crappy times.
Hop has carried the British Forces through black times before. The Battle of Britain and the evacuation of Dunkirk being prime examples.
Look after your crew, mates, or even the person that hands you a new pair of socks. Until things get better, we only have each other.