Posing fighter jocks and talk of the wild cat Sqn at the South East Anglian airfield now in the hands of brown jobs in the 'Has Saluting had its Day' thread, reminds me of the unmarried CO from just before we gave it away who flew from said unit in the 70s as a Flt Lt. He found a cheesy B&W photo of self with bone dome hugged against ribs under crooked arm, wearing mandatory grow bag and leaning against his valiant steed. Said photo was made into sufficient numbers of Valentine's Day cards by reprographics and sent to
EVERY single WRAF airwoman and officer on the stn. Aaaaah, thems were the days!
