At this stage there entered a shower, straggling and scraping tailcones; we took this to be the undignified arrival of No 66 Squadron.
Continued speculation and a modicum of ground training 
occupied Saturday morning and everything was quite peaceful and it seemed that had all been changed.
Eagerly the
208th pilotry looked forward to the evening party to be held in honour of Polyphemus whom we have found to be reincarnated in One-
Enter 'Sir' girding his loins in armour and calling to him those august men The Wheels for it had all been changed and our aircraft were to be armed; neither were those about to celebrate to intoxicate themselves nor go beyond call. Three hours later it had all been changed (again) and the party 
could resume; unfortunately a pig (the Rockape symbol) had entered in the meantime and rendered the Ladies Room untenable owing to its lack of sphincter control.
Sunday was observed as a normal working day and 'Sir' gave another brief on what happens if -
and spoke modestly of what they would have done if ….
And there ended the excitement of the week.
Monday 19th May -
It seemed when the week started that the panic was over and that it had been almost a convenience in that the Clarke Empire had all the aircraft, or a fairly good number of them, serviceable for the Exercise MEDFLEX FORT which was to occupy our time every afternoon of the week from three until dusk. With the emphasis being on maximum effort in the afternoons the policy was made that one detail would be flown every morning using all the aircraft on a strike and anti-
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