A Fleet Air Arm squadron temporarily established ashore in Africa recently had a strange embarrassment: no sooner had wind socks been hoisted over their flying field to show wind direction than they mysteriously disappeared. Watchers never succeeded in catching the thieves, who were black as the nights in which they operated. Finally the squadron commanding officer thought up a remedy, but the remedy cost money. Last week the following explanation, pinned to the squadron's expense account, had found its way to the Admiralty in London: "The attached correspondence concerning the purchase of a...
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