My UAS memories are dominated by how crushingly embarrassed I was to be living the “officer” life and being treated as such by real RAF people. Like when I was called sir by the guards on the gate at RAF Waddington as I was dropped off by my mum. Or when I ordered crepes suzette in some officers mess and a smartly dressed catering person wheeled up a trolley thing and made it next to the table - complete with flaming liqueur - for 18 year old me.
My UAS memories are dominated by how crushingly embarrassed I was to be living the “officer” life and being treated as such by real RAF people. Like when I was called sir by the guards on the gate at RAF Waddington as I was dropped off by my mum. Or when I ordered crepes suzette in some officers mess and a smartly dressed catering person wheeled up a trolley thing and made it next to the table - complete with flaming liqueur - for 18 year old me.