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far as I am aware, this Station is not concerned with any of the developments in the Gulf or anywhere else. I repeat, the Flypast will take priority this summer. Any more relevant questions?’
                 
    Silence. The Station Commander had made his point and Todd reddened slightly at the rebuke.
     
    ‘Right, I will now hand over to Squadron Leader Operations who will brief the finer details of the display organisation.’
     
    The Station Commander took his seat at the centre if the front row, and Squadron Leader Phil Wilcock took his place behind the rostrum, clicked the hand controller to put up the first slide, and began his long and very detailed briefing.
     
    The display would be on the second of April and would involve dozens of aircraft. There would be several separate formations passing over the airfield and Squadron Leader Todd Morrissey would be commanding the lead flight, which would consist of four Tornado bombers (IDS), four Tornado interceptors (ADV), two Reconnaissance Tornados, one Canberra ECM, ( Electronic Counter Measures ), two Reconnaissance Canberra PR-9s, one C-130 Hercules  transport and a VC-10 refuelling-tanker.  The formations would pass over the viewing platform at thirty second intervals and would form up in separate areas, have independent IP’s (Initial Points which would lead the aircraft in accurately), and to all intents and purposes would be separate entities. The whole nine yards would only come together at the full dress rehearsal and on the day itself. The critical factor would be timing and as lead navigator for the Marham package, Todd Morrissey would be solely responsible.
     
                  It was either make or break.
     
    If he got it right he could hold his head high and that promotion would be a certainty. If he got it wrong - he could end up as an Operations Officer in the Outer Hebrides.
     
    ‘Rather you than me,’ whispered Klaus from two seats away.
                                                                         
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    Todd and his two subordinates travelled back to the Squadron and found it empty but for the Adjutant and her Corporal, who were tidying up before going home. Klaus and Frank said their goodnights and set off for Married Quarters - probably via the Mess for a quick beer. Todd popped his head round the Adj’s door and asked her if she’d seen Stumpy Stokes.
     
                  ‘Gone home, sir. About ten minutes ago.’
     
                  ‘Damn!’ cursed Todd who needed to chat with his pilot before tomorrow’s squadron briefing. They must get together and scratch out a plan for this display. The Station Commander wanted it by next week and the squadron boss would need to approve it first. He needed Stumpy’s advice - indeed he valued it highly. Stumpy had over three thousand hours flying Tornados and a tour with the Red Arrows to boot. He was an outstanding aviator who could fly the Tornado by sense of smell. Todd had hand picked him out shortly after his arrival on the Squadron. There were two main reasons really for that. Firstly, he wanted a competent pilot who wasn’t going to kill him in a useless flying accident; and, he needed a keen sort of chap to do all the flight planning when Todd was busy doing his Flight Commander duties with Patsy. Therefore, Stumpy was the ideal candidate for the job, and Todd had cleverly delayed Stumpy’s promotion a year or two by circumspect and ambiguous writing of his annual confidential report. Secretly, Stumpy was quite happy to remain flying on the Squadron and Todd had taken full advantage of that fact.
     
                  ‘Give him a ring at home, will you Patsy, and ask him to come back to work - now.