Angels One Five Page #5

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There's no need to stand on ceremony.

This is where we relax,

as you may have noticed.

Thank you, sir.

You look as though you could do with a drink.

Come along. I'll get you one.

You're a Volunteer Reserve, I see.

Something of a novelty in these parts.

Yes, sir. I joined my university squadron

At the time of Munich.

- What were you reading?

- Medicine, sir.

And you chucked up that

to join the air force?

- Naturally, sir.

- Why naturally?

I'd learned to fly.

The war's won by pilots, not by doctors.

- You think so?

- Don't you, sir?

Oh, I suppose I should.

I'm a professional fighter.

Perhaps my views are a bit narrow.

Oh, What will you have to drink?

I think there are a few Scotch Ales left.

Thank you, sir.

- How's the neck?

- Oh, fine, sir.

A wee bit stiff,

but that will soon wear off, sir.

As a medico, you should know.

Yes, sir.

Do I join the squadron tomorrow, sir?

Well, we won't talk shop now.

This is my play time.

You'd better come and see me

in my office in the morning.

- I'll be there, sir.

- Skol.

Now pay attention, all of you!

You've been sent here ...

... to guard this aerodrome.

And guard it you will ...

... against all unauthorized persons ...

... saboteurs, and assaults from the enemy.

And while you're here ...

... you will uphold the traditions of the army

before the RAF ...

... being punctilious and paying respects ...

... to their officers.

Now, a word of warning.

Their Sergeant Majors ...

... what they call Warrant Officers ...

... and of which they have

a great multitude ...

... dresses very like the real officer.

We don't want no accidents.

Understand?

You don't salute me,

so you won't salute them.

Parade!

Attention!

For your information ...

... that was a Pilot Officer.

Party! Attention!

Stand at ease!

Come in.

What can I do for you?

I have an appointment

with the Station Commander, sir.

He's busy just now.

Better take a seat.

He asked me

to come and see him.

I daresay he did.

You're not our only customer, you know.

Sit down.

The Old Man's ready

to hear the charge now.

Accused, count off!

Witness escort accused, party ... attention!

Right turn! Quick march!

Left, right, left, right,

left, right, left wheel...

Party, right!

Hello, Baird.

I gather you're joining me

in the hole for a while.

The hole, sir?

It's what the irreverent

call the Operations Room.

- Operations Room? But I'm a pilot.

- So, if you observe closely, am I.

I realise that, sir,

but it's not quite the same thing, is it?

- Why not?

- Well, I mean, you're a Squadron Leader, sir.

Which might suggest that I'm the more

experienced pilot than you, mightn't it?

You don't get the point, sir.

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