RAF Much Stn Alerts in the Night in NE Lincs, 1980. Returning to the RAF after an 11 year holiday in civvie street and with the TA, I was given as one of my secondary duties O i/c GoH (Stn Rock was a Fg Off, and my 2 i/c). "Hmm" said the much loved Staish, "in my day that job would go to an ex Cranwell Cadet". "It has this time, Sir", I reminded him.
Final dress rehearsal of AOC's Parade for Sir Peter H..., AOC 11 Gp. I have just done my bit at the far end of the pan for the "practice" AOC when the SWO' s Runner comes legging it down the pan. "From the Staion Commander, Sir. Please moderate your word of command. The sation parade is following your orders, not his."
Smug (very smug) grin, and several beers bought for me that night.