I was at an Army Aviation convention in Garmisch in 1983. I had a hot red RX-7 that was a screamer...anyhow, the keynote speaker was a Brit Brigadier, their Chief of Army Aviation. Anyhow, at the end of his speech, he had to hotfoot to the flughafen...I offered to drive him, he accepted only if he could drive. anyhow, we're tearing down the autobahn, enjoying the ride. I complemented him on his speech and asked if he had any funny sorties..he did indeed. Remember, this was 1983, still in the cold war...anyhow, he said inMarch 1982 he and family had booked their ski holiday for the Swiss Alps...as he was going out the door, he said he gave his #2 the chalet private phone, but admonished him to only call if there was an aircraft fatality, or war....anyhow, he said he and his family were having a great ski trip, when the chalet phone rang. his wifey answered and gave him the phone saying it was his #2....the BG answered saying "who died?"...his #2 responded no Sir, it is war! The BG said he stammered, astonished and said the Russians have attacked? #2 responded, no Sir, the Argies! Who? The Argies....where? The Falklands! He said his next comment was..where the bloody hell is that! true story as told to me by the Brit BG!
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