The scene - RAF Biggin Hill in the midst of a Home Defence Exercise. Coy of Foot Guards are guarding the place.
HM's finest TA hooligans are tasked to get an IED inside the Coy HQ. A corporal aged late 30s who looks late 50s borrows his father's 50/60s Army uniform (father retired as a 3* with significant WW2 service and ribbons). A car dealer member of the sqn supplies and drives a black Granada and the black * plates are made up and fixed in position. The Sqn boss, in real life a bank manager comes as he is as the General's civil servant private secretary wallah carrying a briefcase.
The staff car arrives. Window wound down, "General Bloggs on an informal visit to see how things are going - can he come in and meet the Coy commander?" "Certainly Sir", much bowing and scraping. General is briefed on the ex and introduced to the other ruperts. "Well done chaps, must get on, lots more people to see etc."
Briefcase is left behind in Coy HQ, car departs amidst much saluting.
Coy Cdr most upset to find he and his team are dead 30 mins later.
Another day I'll tell the story of a hot landing at Kenley from a Wokka which wasn't opposed as one of our number stormed down the ramp wielding a running petrol-powered angle-grinder
