Yes, where does one start?
Situation: 72 Sqn crewroom, 1968. Me, visiting from Odiham Eng Wing, just finishing a coffee. Advised (by Dougal Lawton) not to leave because "Alek is about to give a briefing and this should be good." Alek is about to lead a 3-ship to Salisbury Plain, his other two pilots being on their first week on the squadron, straight from the OCU. They sit there in new flying suits, kneepads and Chinagraphs at the ready. They are expecting a route brief, task details, weather, frequencies, contingencies, the works. The room goes quiet.
"OK!" says Alek. "Ze briefink." He pauses. "Ve take off, me 1," (he points) "you 2, you 3. Ve beat ze **** out of ze place, and zen we go to Salisbury! Any qvestions?"
No questions. And that is what they did! Spectacular, the bit I saw.
R.I.P. Alek