On 33 Sqn, we used to fly in the mountains near Landsberg in Bavaria, which as everyone knows is demanding and only for the steely-eyed. Wherever it was, each detachment required a long, serious briefing beforehand.
A squadron wheel is giving the brief, and leads off with, "Right, let's start with a recap of the most dangerous alpine hazards." Silence. "Come on, someone!"
From the back, plenty audible, "Julie Andrews, Sir?" Pointless carrying on!
I have a suspicion the guilty party is a three-letter abbreviation who frequents this site.
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