a low hours sqn cdr
He was my flight commander on Valiants. A fantastic person and somebody I tried to model myself on in later years. When I had only been on the squadron for six months he took me up for flight refuelling training.
'Just in case your captain has a bad day'.
In 1962 virtually all our course at AFS went to the V force. I was lucky going to Valiant Tankers as I flew all over the Commonwealth and beyond. My colleagues who were on Main Force led a miserable life. IIRC all our co-pilots on my squadron were first tourist except those that came to us from disbanded squadrons, ie 7 and 18.
I can still remember rolling over in my bed when the hooters went off for a Mick or Mickey Fynn and listening to everybody else thundering down the corridors.