Henry P****e
We lost Henry P****e for three days , beard and all, when we took a power plant out to El Centro for JATE who had broken their frame. They borrowed ours while their engine change was carried out and booked us into the nearest accommodation in a westerly direction, San Diego. On arrival at the Best Western Henry went up to his room, changed into civvies, said see you in three days time and disappeared out and we believe over the border to Mexico. Three days later crew assemble for departure to be greeted by Henry raring to go in the foyer.
That was the same trip we found a bar in San Diego, The Winston Churchill, with Red Barrell on draught, that shows you how long ago that was, run by a Malt who thought the RAF was the bees knees, he had lived just outside Luqa, and it didn't cost a dollar all night, a very nice man.