A Sad State of Affairs.
Tankertrashnav et al,
One of my instructors at basic was from Tipp. down south. Me Belfast. He was a hard but fare man in the air and became a good friend on the ground.
His sense of humour was wicked to say the least.He got me one day at Toppcliffe.This particular day in mid-summer we flew three dual instrument sorties. He hammered me all day. I then was instructed to fly low level rollers until we hit fuel minimum. So I called a full stop landing and put the three dangling Dunlops on the earth.
As we progressed down the runway I felt an impact on my bone dome and this over the comm. "Happy 12th of July you protestant bastard".
I looked over and his mask was off and there it was. A wicked smile, both eyes and mouth. I,of course, didn,t know which day it was. My responnse was to burst out laughing and almost miss the exit taxi way.
At the de-brief there was only one word. GOOD.
If these are the rules these days I am saddened.
Davey
No surrender to anyone.
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