Silly kit inspections.
Those dreadful ex Korean War cold weather jackets (Yogi Bear type) and the even worse Canvas Outer that was provided in an attempt to waterproof them.
When every squadron seemed to have a couple of DFC's in their midst.
When the sound of an air-raid siren at Masirah was a call to work, while at the same time cautioning people to look extra carefully before crossing the runway.
When the sound of the same air-raid siren was also a call to the duty plod to round-up any stray donkeys on the airfield.
Climbing aboard a C130 at Akrotiri a little before dawn with a filthy hangover, marginally filling my duties as NCO i/c advance party before a tedious bumpy flight to Luqa only to be met on arrival by the duty mover who advised us a Serious Defect Signal had caused our Lightning’s to be grounded back at base and as soon as C130 was refueled we were to return to AKR. Arrived back after dark, house in Limassol blacked out, wifey out somewhere, no key to get in, repaired to local pub where several KEO’s provided the first comfort of the day, managed to be suitably mellow by time wifey returned home. Quite miffed when reported to the squadron next morning and was told “We did not expect you guys to come in today!”
The sight and sound of 56 launching the first pair of the day at Akrotiri (Lightning’s of course).
Lightning full reheat rotations.