At Gaydon, Nav School '66, the SWO was a 'Continental Irishman' Master Pilot,no one on parade could understand a word he was saying.
That bloke flogged me a moped - bloody thing never worked! Still, in a deal between a hairy old Master Pilot with a load of WW2 ribbons up and a u/t nav there was never any doubt about who'd come off best!
Wotsit - looking at some of the sacks of manure tied up in the middle strolling around Helston in scruffy Navy rig, I reckon Culdrose could do with a SWO (or whatever you call them in the grey funnel line).
(Sorry
NR, but some troll-feeding is irresistible
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