My leaving thrash was off-camp, in a rather nice pub outside Lisburn, accompanied by four RAF aircrew, (RIP PB), three SAC and my AAC boss. From what I can recall a good time was had by all - cheers, Spanky et al.
In contrast, when I called in to MW for discharge from the mob, the Chief Clerk told me to drop my MOD90 in his pending tray, he'd deal with it later.
They don't miss me, I don't miss them.
Last edited by diginagain; 2nd Sep 2008 at 05:34.