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Ernest was a banker by trade, but when he joined the Royal Air Force he asked for a change. He said "I want to be out of doors"
The interviewing Officer asked "Are you a handy man at home?"
"No" he replied "My wife won't allow me nearanything that needs mending"
"Ah you'll do for an electrician then" came the response.
So it was that Ernest found himself jammed into the nose cones of 'Oxfords' - the airforces training planes, soldering wire in very very cramped quarters.
Enjoyable as camp life was some of the dull bits needed enlivening with a few larks. He anf his mates could always manage to wangle a weekend pass or an evening off the camp,
Ernest was a crack shot and so was put in for various trials. He was duly proud of his acheivments, but when he got winf that a reward for the best performance in trials was to be lying on the wet ground duck shooting in the marshes on a drizzly Sunday morning, somewhere in deepest Yorkshire he decided that discetion was the better part of valour and manged to jam his gun on the last few rounds.
Good times were had meeting up for a beer in the country pubs. All the chaps had an eye for the local girls and some of the younger single men would try a bit of romancing. Several chaps told fruity stories about local beauties, but most of the men poured scorn on the tales. They reckoned that the regulation knickers that the WAAFs wore - known as blackouts were enough to kill anyones passion!
Patriotic girls always kept their blkackouts in place.
All the airforce men had to look smart, but the only way to clean their caps when they became greasy was to throw them in a pool of petrol. This necessiatated a few night time sorties to the nearest army camps petrol dump for a raid or two.

Best of all, when the men from Ernest's hut felt like a bit of a lie in Ernest was detailed to disconnect the tannoy over which they were rouse for morning parade by the Sergeant. Next morning the Sergeant burst in to the hut of the sleeping air crew " Where the blithering hell are you lot - everyone else is on parade" yelled the red faced officer, only to be met by peaceful snores and whistles.

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