SamScribble
Yeah, still just a guru
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For the first few years of my life I lived ‘just over the fence’ from an RAF base. There was a squadron of early jets based there, but most of the aircraft were prop driven. I still remember lying in my bed at night listening to the Doppler drone of a dozen or so aircraft as they returned from wherever they had been. It was a sound that I quickly got to love.
Much later in my life, I lived ‘just over the fence’ from another RAF base. This base was home to several ‘fast jet’ squadrons and the last of the Canberras. When these guys flew over, it wasn’t so much a ‘drone’ as a hum, followed by a rumble, followed by a roar, followed by a ‘Geez! What was that?’ Some of my neighbours used to grumble at every opportunity. Personally, I loved the sound.
Now, I wake up at night to the sound of the one-bombers. Up goes a new story, up goes the score, up goes the red H, and in come the one-bombers. And then, when the score has recovered, the bombers are back for another run. And another. How can they afford the fuel? That’s what I want to know.
Much later in my life, I lived ‘just over the fence’ from another RAF base. This base was home to several ‘fast jet’ squadrons and the last of the Canberras. When these guys flew over, it wasn’t so much a ‘drone’ as a hum, followed by a rumble, followed by a roar, followed by a ‘Geez! What was that?’ Some of my neighbours used to grumble at every opportunity. Personally, I loved the sound.
Now, I wake up at night to the sound of the one-bombers. Up goes a new story, up goes the score, up goes the red H, and in come the one-bombers. And then, when the score has recovered, the bombers are back for another run. And another. How can they afford the fuel? That’s what I want to know.
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