Gibson:
Well, the sixpenny bombsight works and the spotlamps work. We've flown two thousand hours, and dropped a good many more than two thousand practice bombs. The specially converted aircraft start arriving tomorrow. So, from now until the word "go" I want you to practice flying them at your all-up proper weights.
[indicates Young]
Gibson:
You can work that out, Dinghy. Don't forget that some of the armour's been taken out. And don't exceed 63,000 pounds or otherwise we shan't get off.
[looks around]
Gibson:
Any problems?
Squadron Leader H.M. Young, DFC:
You want the front gunner to stay in his turret the whole time?
Gibson:
Oh yes, he'll have to deal with the flak guns.
Squadron Leader H.M. Young, DFC:
The trouble with that is his feet.
[mimics with fingers]
Squadron Leader H.M. Young, DFC:
They dangle in front of the bomb-aimer's face. How about fixing up some stirrups to get his feet out of the way and make him more comfortable?
Gibson:
That's a good plan.
Squadron Leader H.E. Maudslay, DFC:
Have you any idea when we're going, sir?
Gibson:
Probably within a week. But, keep it under your hats! You won't have to put up with being called "the armchair squadron" much longer
Squadron Leader H.E. Maudslay, DFC:
Two months without an operation is getting us stalejake now.
Flight Lt. J.V. Hopgood, DFC:
There was damn near a riot yesterday when somebody in 57 Squadron started it again
Flight Lt. H.B. Martin, DSO, DFC, AFC:
Our fellows would feel better if they blew off steam
Gibson:
[grins]
Alright, the next time somebody starts being funny, have a riot.
[assembled pilots laugh]
Gibson:
Alright, that's all.
[pilots get up to leave]
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