16 course at Oakington 1963. (Now a remand centre for illegals).
Weather freezing cold and snow so "wet" weather plan actioned. The eight of us were paraded in the ante-room and the only "Presenter" who could make it was the Base Commander of nearby Alconbury.
Unfortunately no one thought to brief the poor chap. Being the first in line (based on height not ability) I bravely shuffled forward through the thick pile of the ante-room carpet. No hats were worn so I did my best to snap to attention in front of him.
He, looking perplexed, leaned forward to velcro my new wings on my chest.
I, awaiting the words of congrats and handshake stood still.
He looked even more perplexed.
I stood even more still.
In the absence of any movement from the Colonel I thought it time to leave after what seemed five minutes and shuffled back to the line.
How many other pilots received their wings in silence on carpet and without a handshake I wonder?