Binbrook Jun 81 -1215 (ie lunchtime). SWO, WO PSF and others looking down the road to the main gate as several black cars swept in, "Did not know there was a funeral today" says the SWO in his Irish lilt, with an edge because no one told him about the "funeral" - at which point the SWO suddenly got the picture "F//@@ing Hell - it's Part 1 Taceval". All hell breaks out.
Remember the day well as on going to the OM for a post taceval beer, I had a phone call to say my Mum was on her way out. Made Northwood in 3 hours, and with 10 minutes to spare. Interestingly we learned a casualty handling lesson - we practised getting messages "out", but not "in" - my brother had been trying to get me since 1400 but the system could not tell the operator where I as an individual was located so could not get the call to me. Hey, ho.