Fuel Coupons and the Gullible
230 Sqn, days after my theatre qualification check (where the late Chris Fynes thoroughly debriefed me with, "You'll do!"), and I'm summoned to the Adj's office. Fynes and the Adj looking stern.
"Right young Golf, we have an important job for you... The Squadron is running out of fuel chits, so you and the pilot are flying down to the clutch to pick some up. Now these things are untraceble, so a thief's wet dream for black market sales. The pilot is planning, so get off to the armoury and draw a pistol and 10 rounds. Let me be clear, you may use the weapon if compromised- do not lose those coupons."
So, off I go bricking it, legging it down the stairs to grab my hat and off to the armoury. The penny only dropped when the man in the hatch asked, "Do you want a right handed pistol, or a left handed one?"
Welcome to 230!
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