After attending a boring brief at ISK, something to do with a might Bunter sortie to photograph the Navy playing roundball at the top of the world, we offered ourselves for any QRA tanker tasking needed.
Somewhat surprisingly, this was readily accepted by the system - and even more astonishingly we were soon scrambled. A quick transit to the area of interest, but then the Sovs decided to go home, so we were cleared to RTB and began a climb to high level whilst the oven was fired up for our 60 min trip home.
Up spake a voice over the ether. In the background we could hear the growling of Griffons and the rattle of rivets...."Before you go - could you pass a report to Lossie for us - our HF is down."
"Affirm - go ahead"
"(Anyface) position Nnn:nn.n Ennn:nn.n at hh:mm, estimating EGQS at hh:mm"
"Roger, got that. But is that today?"