`From the Group Captain, Sir. You may have a seat in whichever aircraft you wish.'
= "For God's sake, get this nasty little bearded bull****ter out of here as soon as you can manage to arrange it!".
At last I was able to step ashore on to home soil and, carrying my own bags, walked the 200 yards in my full‑dress uniform to where I could see my family waiting. There had been four generals to meet the Welsh Guardsmen. There was no sign of the Navy.
They obviously knew him well...........
It's a great pity that such a brave wartime jet fighter pilot should be quite so bitter about things which really aren't of much importance.