Mineval at an AD base somewhere in Yorkshire
0300 Callout finds the finest fighter sqn in the RAF, post sqn dinner, still all in Mess Kit on the patch, well into the whisky tasting.
0304 Entire sqn en voiture queued outside the main gate, fumbling for missing F1250s - not one between us.
Quick-thinking (or oblivious, I'm still not sure which) nav leans out of 2CV open roof and announces "Hello! We're aircrew, and we're p!ssed!"
Guard wisely salutes and waves us all through.
Entire Sqn manned in 20 minutes, but thank God we didn't end up launching.