The days after the workshop Finals were long and full of worried tension.

All trades kept asking each other questions and saying what answers they had given to the "dreaded examiners". Rumours were rife. Prayers were sent in bulk to Heaven. If only I had attended my church parades more. However I was in a more fortunate position than most of the Entry. Time waiting was no problem, for I was on "Jankers". While the majority of the lads were glued to any notice board, I was attending my second home at the Maitland guardroom. I am not proud to write that I had taken my Finals during my "Jankers", but it helped to ease the worry of failure.

My punishment was for jamming all my kit into the tall locker, when it should have been all "laid out" on my bed for a Kit Inspection."

At the time of this "Kit Inspection" I was doing my duty on the Entry passing out parade rehearsal at Henderson /Grove. Little did I imagine that the 3 Wing Irish admin. Sgt Baxter had such a hasty temper that he forced open the locker and all my Kit came crashing out. Our Flt. Co. also was present.

I was met back at 3 Wing and swiftly and rightly dealt with.
So now I had 2 sets of webbing. White and Blue.Half way through this set I wearily climbed the stairs to landing 2.
It was about midday, our Flt. Co. was pinning a notice on our landing board. Suddenly a scream went up. The "results" were up !!!
We all searched for the "Holy Grail". YES- YES-YES.
I HAVE PASSED. I----HAVE----PASSED.
(To be honest, only just)

All of us were leaping about. Secret plans were made to go to that inn. I think it was called the Wellhead. Somewhere nearby in the Chilterns.

But how could I go, still being on "Jankers"?

I knocked on the Flt Co.'s office door. I told him I was so happy and was it possible to miss the "Jankers" parade for the rest of the day.
This man must have been an "angel of goodness", commissioned by the Almighty to serve in the R.A.F. He told me he would grant my request and as an added bonus, he would allow me to finish my complete set also.

So that evening a few of the lads made it to the Inn.

However we had to make a hasty retreat as one of 3 wing Flt. Co.'s approached. (Not my one). We ran and I remember diving into the undergrowth. Unfortunately my "Brownie Box Camera" took most of the impact. Alas it was no longer a "BOX" shape.
As I recall Mick Dilloway was nearby; when we met up in Bahrain, much later, we had a good laugh about it.

Hoping this may have brought back pleasant memories of The Day the Results Went Up!