Briefing.
Uncle stood in the Ops room surveying the assembled pilots.
"Right gentlemen, as you know Major Kyte has been summoned to HQ to explain the idiocy which seems to have pervaded the Squadron recently. With the exception of one pilot whom you all know, we are putting that episode behind us and getting on with this war.
Your new mission is to escort our spotter aircraft and protect them from the Fokker scourge which has prevailed for far too long. We are to regain our ascendency of the skies, and to that end will be flying Fighter sweep patrols from this morning in order to prepare the way for the spotters. Your Duty Rota is on the notice board. So let us get on with the job of defeating the Hun.
That is all gentlemen. Dismiss.
Flight Sergeant Stones report to the cookhouse for special duties."
With that Uncle strode out of the room.
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