Sounds just as I remember it.Our dispersal was to Lakenheath a USAF base.I asked the barman what that funny drink was-I scoofed it down and he said'Hey Bud-do that again-I wanna see how you Brits drink. 6 shots later I finally read the Southern Comfort label.. An hour on neat oxygen relieved SOME of the headache.
We also had a Winco. -who for reasons known only to God and maybe Sir Harry (who was very nice to me at Bisley)-was the Wing Bombing leader. Following the incident at Luqa where his F.700 entry read--NBS total Malfunction--and my written answer was -Tested and NO FAULT FOUND!! (including the capitals and asterisks) we were not the best of friends. When invited to explain in front of the Squadron Commander I made the suggestion that-since I had been on NBS Course no.1-and taught it for years at Yatesbury I considered myself slighly more knowledgable than someone whose nearest 25 pounder in the last six months had frightened lady potato pickers in East Anglia....several miles from target....The CO was very pleasant-sent me to Hal Far on 'business' for several hours and on my return I found an accident had ocured to the F.700 resulting in total destruction and the aircraft was flying -with a different Navigator---and strangely the NBS had cured itself. It was soon after that I moved to Scampton!
What fun it all was.. P.S. I moved to the USAF for several years where a 90 day Temp.Duty in Libya stretched to 3 years....but I made about 6 ranks higher and the PX was fab!!_
memories are made of that!!
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