Sowerbutt's Uncle

As the motorcade pulled out of the RAF station’s gates, a RAF Regiment guard standing rigidly to attention whispered to his mate: “Cor blimey, I’m going to tell my grandchildren I was feet away from Uncle Joe.”

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