An ArmourerAn armourer’s lot is not a happy one you load again when one load’s done and when all are in, out of the rain you go out and unload again (Just typical) Copyright © Mike Hillier 1990 to 2000 ← Oh to be Aircrew First Day In → One thought on “An Armourers Lot” Oh Michael I remember him well he drove me to drink, down at the Fish till they rang the bell, even in Cyprus on many a night over Troodos to give one a fright then Pathos the Pelican, Limosol the Britannia and back down the coast, the Birds Nest yes I remember them well, then during the day on golf did display the tune of Packman to give us no peace it were a hard life for an old swinger on Akrotiri beach. On Buccs in them days with a boss like McBain to mend your ways and young lads like Mancy to keep from disaster who sometimes needed a bit more than a plaster, yes where are you now you still owe me a beer and would wish to return good cheer. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.