My recollection from serving in the RAF in the 60s and 70s was that the pleasure of the work, the cameraderie, mess life, squadron life and sheer enjoyment of what we did and where we did it, well outweighed the crap and nonsense (what little there was). Now there is no way that the crap and nonsense could be outweighed by anything. Everybody seems to be rushing around with their trousers on fire, doing their best (as ALWAYS) when overtasked, underequipped, undermanned and unappreciated.
Last edited by A2QFI; 18th Sep 2008 at 15:46.