Tally ho chaps, a fine day for flying, what?Ten hundred hours: Pigs & Bees HQ, station scrambled. New Company Helicopter arrived. Rather a poor show on the first flight, a few near misses and whatnot, but with the addition of some precision blue-tack ballast we soon had her flying.
Ten Thirty Hours: Refueled and took on a scouting mission downstairs. Extended flight with Flight Lieutenant Bob at the stick. Jolly good show!
Twelve Hundred Hours: Papa Alpha Bravo One flew a recce over Ubergruppemeister Mike's Giant Pie of Mass Destruction. Wing Commander Phillips was at the controls when the crate got into a bit of a scrape down the back of the cupboard. A full scale rescue mission had to be launched, but proved to be successful.
Thirteen thirty Hours: Refueled and ready for flight again but all evidence of Ubergruppemeister Mike's Giant Pie of Mass Destruction has disappeared....
I know how Hans Blix felt.
Roger and Out.
2 comments:
Shouldn't there be a red indian, construction worker, and traffic cop in that picture?
Only in your sick fantasy
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