all this is supposed to have happened before I came, and I cannot vouch for a single word of it.
Sounds rather like those gabbled radio commercials that, having beguiled you with the sunny uplands within reach if one simply accepts the financial product that is being offered, hastily reminds you that your home is at risk if it rains instead.
Vouch away, Danny, for you are adding daily to the rich tapestry that is the real history of the RAF. Forget the deliberations in the corridors of power, it was life at Station level that was the reality and where the soul of the Service resided.