Doing S&R cover for a B of B day at Gaydon in the late 60s, we were parked next to the Eagles. When they came to do their display, one of the 'mice' wouldn't start and the leader who was already rotors running leapt out of his machine and rushed over to help, leaving his own beast whirling away on its own.
For blue clad fling wing operators, that was heresy but, apparently, not so for the AAC. Horses for courses, indeed
