Aside from a memorable alcoholic lunch with a handful of mates in the Samuel Pepys, the sole acknowledgment I had from the 'Firm' was a reminder, two days before leaving, to hand back my aircrew watch. Though departing BAe Warton some twelve years later was, by comparison, a very unemotive affair.
Leaving the RAF was akin to walking out of the family: leaving BAe was a decree nisi!
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