Me and the observer yoffling wild buckshee RAF Leeming mega-mushrooms, picked 5 minutes before, with a full English, at 0500..... all Met Docs ready, good anticyclops, and knowing the Duty Pilot and first ATC in would be driven mad by the food smell at 0600!
And walking from Met. to nightflying mass brief at Nicosia c. 1963, with the airfield crammed with Beverleys and Hastings to do a very big Para exercise drop. Me aged 24 and VERY nervous. Not a life lost, not a leg broken. And the paras were OK, too.
And the Staish at Guetersloh c. 1967 taking a brilliant catch as he came through the Met Office door from my square cut whilst I was batting in the very naughty indoor cricket league.
OC 19 [Laurie Jones?] applauded him and the moment [and my arse] was saved.
And ........... thanks a million Royal Air Force. I couldn't be RAF, but I did the next best thing for 41 years.