Cat, Met had to play silly buggers exactly as we did on exercise, Civilian or not.

I trust that you are not alluding to Captain Paddy Hanmer of Muirfield fame or infamy - your choice vide https://www.forbes.com/forbes-life-m...h=600d8e20d944

Jack

And for those of us who actually went to war, Cold or otherwise, a decent met man was the 5th wingman. Their info was crucial for planning, selection of diversions, fuel reserves, MINTRA levels, crosswind predictions, cloud structures, freezing level and icing, performance calculations (for things larger than a Jaguar, which relied on curvature of the earth), fog, etc.etc.
If I need to. Put that into shorter. Sentences. I will give it a go.

My dear old Cat Techie. I am sure you were a hero. You told us often enough.

I was a grammar school boy, turned down at the last minute by Dartmouth, to be a Midshipman, for eyesight..
I was then rejected for national service by the RAF as having a duodenal ulcer at 18 years..
I got over it, did the hard yards, obtained professional qualifications, joined M o D Met. Office as second best choice to be with the RAF, and gave heroes like you a chance to have a pop whilst doing my best, moving home and family on average every three years for 41 years. 15 years Overseas, all "within range". and subject to the Air Force Act, holding RAFVR Dormant Commissions as Flt Lt, Sqn Ldr and Gp Capt..
10 years supporting the V Force and teaching Navs,. No stress, no worries, Peace, perfect Peace.. No medals of course, just a job, like any old civil servant in Whitehall.

Keep taking the tablets and look for an easier target.. Check your blood pressure.

Rather than bore PPRUNE, why not PM me,?

Because you actually never did hot ops. Did you ever work 63 days continuous 12 hour night shifts with interrupted sleep everyday? The commissioned officers that ran the show that gave me that **** show were incapable of working a solution. Actually they didn't give a care. My daughter's have more pressure than you have ever have . Their careers are objective. My career is objective. Your one is skilled subjecive.

Catty, yer meds ain't hacking it mate.

CG

They won't. You and I signed up. I heard Baz Barwood die on a radio. I was also trying to see if the lads in my charge were OK. You defend a civvy over myself, your shout.

Dear Cat Techie.
As for what little my three daughters have achieved: Met. Police Mounted Branch Public Duties and Senior Equitation Instructor, with Commissioner's Commendation and as Olympics Coordinator; Senior Nursing Sister Burns Unit and Health Visitor,; Head of Maths at Girls' GS, and son RAFVR Rock Ape and a Supermarket Manager. A mere nothing in terms of what makes the world go round.

Peace be with you, and do look for an easier target.

Over and Out.

I Was! ;)

Cat Techie, mate, give the guy a break... The Met guys were very important in getting the job done! They were also working long hours with random short postings just like us. Granted, they did not have to bear arms but were still in harm's way if their airfield had been attacked. I met plenty of Met men and they all seemed pretty conscientious and part of the team.

What an amazing dick measuring contest!

Did you do the Battle of Bastion as well?

Get over yourself.