I'm very sad about all of this. As a (very) young jelly-tot I assisted in the very first see-in of a Harrier GR5 delivered from Dunsfold to Wittering. Subsequently , in between swingy-wingy tours, I served on 233 OCU, 1(F) Sqn, IV(AC) Sqn and 20(R) Sqn (well, HaMS, actually).
I now work on something considerably faster and pointier but a part of me will always be Harriers. They can take away the aeroplanes, they can disband the squadrons, but they can't take away the (glorious) memories*.
*That, as one of my learned colleagues pointed out the other day, is what Alzheimer's is for!