Angels One Five Page #7

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... Serial 76. Both squadrons

patrol point "B" for Beer ...

... at Angels 1-5.

Understood, Nutmeg?

Understood, Beeswax?

Now bring Pimpernel to readiness.

Attention, everybody.

Operations Room calling.

Pimpernels to come to readiness.

I repeat,

Pimpernels to come to readiness.

That is all.

"S" Sugar, 2-6-2-0, west.

Initial letter, "P" for Peter.

Ops Room, please.

Controller? Hello, Barry.

It's Small speaking.

Anything special?

Look, I don't want to bother you.

But tip me off if it looks

like developing our way.

OK, sir.

Tiger's getting restless.

This promises to be quite a party.

Well, we've time for a cigarette

before the fun begins, anyway.

It's all right.

It'll take Nutmeg and Beeswax 10 minutes

to reach their objective.

Two squadrons of Hurricanes against 200 Jerries.

Doesn't make much sense, does it?

Woman:
1-5-0, "Q" Queenie,

- 9-3-1-0...

- Hello, Bob.

Haven't wasted much time.

I gathered from Septic

the flap was pretty fierce.

Serial 9-3 ...

... 1320 Squadron.

Patrol Ashford at 18,000 feet.

Get Pimpernel into the air, Septic.

Pimpernel dispersal? Squadron scramble.

Ashford Angels 1-8.

You heard the form.

Group will place Raid 1-2-4 on our plate.

I'll look after them with Nutmeg and Beeswax ...

- ... if you'll take on Pimpernel.

- OK.

That means we've got all

our squadrons airborne at once.

I know, old man.

Presumably, Group know what they're doing.

Put Raid 1-2-4 on the screen, will you?

Hello, Beeswax and Nutmeg Leaders.

Beeswax and Nutmeg Leaders,

Sapper calling.

Vector 1-5-0, 1-5-0.

From the east. Angels 1-8.

Up to angels 1-8, over.

Initial letter, "U" for Uncle.

Three minutes dead.

Pimpernels, airborne.

It's pretty hot, even for Pimpernel.

Practice flight want

to do an air test, sir.

Definitely no.

In fact, we'll have the red light on.

We got to concentrate.

Sorry, old boy, no joy.

Try again in a week's time.

Good Lord, your turn already?

You better skip

while the going's good.

Serial 9-6. 1320 Squadron.

Intercept Raid 1-2-7.

Think I'll hang around.

This looks like the biggest show yet.

Stick Raid 1-2-7

on the screen, please.

Hello, Sapper, Sapper.

Beeswax Leader calling.

Tally-ho, tally-ho, out.

Well, that's Beeswax and Nutmeg engaged, anyway.

Hello, Pimpernel Leader. Pimpernel Leader.

Vector 2-1-0,

Over.

Hello, Sapper, Sapper.

Pimpernel Leader answering.

Understood, out.

Hello, Sapper, Sapper.

Pimpernel Leader calling.

Tally-ho, tally-ho, over.

Hello, Pimpernel Leader.

Sapper answering.

Watch out for hawks. Out.

Well done, Pimpernel.

Carve 'em up, carve 'em up.

That's all 3 squadrons engaged.

Where do we go from here?

Take a look at Raid 1-3-2.

They hold that course much longer,

they'll be dropping in here for a drink.

Looks rather sinister to me.

Let's see what Group thinks.

Hello, Neethley.

Yes, I'm watching it.

Hornchurch is trying

to intercept Raid 1-3-2 now ...

... but I'm not too hopeful.

I'm trying to send reinforcements to you.

Meantime, do whatever you can.

Good luck. Nice to have known you.

Thank you very much, sir.

Seems we're on our own now.

Get the Tiger on the blower, Bonzo.

Gun, now's your chance to show what you can do.

You better take the Spiders out of your battles.

Station Commander, please.

Hello, Sapper, Sapper.

Nutmeg Blue Two calling.

Can I come back and rearm? Over.

Hello, Nutmeg Blue Two,

Sapper answering.

No, you may not come home yet, out.

Tiger on the phone, sir.

I see.

That's what I expected.

Yes, certainly.

Anything that flies, and you better be quick.

Attention, everybody.

Attention, everybody.

Operations calling.

Every available pilot,

report to practice flight immediately.

Take off independently and patrol base ...

... at Angels 1-2, 1-2.

Officer in charge of Practice Flight

to put every possible aircraft into the air.

This message to be treated as urgent.

That is all.

It's pretty futile.

They'll never make height in time ...

... but it's all we can do.

At least they won't find much

on the ground to bomb.

Hostile 3-8, "M" Mother,

Attention, everybody,

attention, everybody.

Operations calling.

Action stations, action stations.

Hello there, partner.

Come up where I can see you, will you?

Five assorted aircraft all taking off,

all shapes and sizes.

Hostile 1-3-2,

"Q" Queenie, 9-08-0

Battle bowlers, everybody.

Close the blast-proof doors.

Attention, everybody. Attention, everybody.

Operations calling.

All personnel not engaged

on operational duties take cover.

Take cover.

Hello, Sapper, Sapper.

Pimpernel Leader calling.

Shall not be home yet.

Have dealt with bandits,

but am engaging hawks. Over.

Hello, Pimpernel Leader.

Sapper answering.

Message understood. Out.

Just our luck to be caught

with both pairs of trousers at the cleaners.

Guns, see that your boys don't poop off

at any of our lads coming home.

All right.

Leave it to us.

Hello, Sapper.

Hello, Sapper.

Septic calling.

Septic calling.

I am airborne.

- Well, I'll be!

- Have you any instructions for me?

Over to Sapper. Over.

Hello, Septic! Hello, Septic!

Sapper answering.

Make angels as fast as you can, over.

Hello, Sapper. Hello, Sapper.

Septic answering.

Receiving you loud and clear.

Strength 9.

Listening out.

Hello, Sapper. Hello, Sapper.

Septic calling.

Tally ho, tally ho.

Bandits ahead and above me.

Here I come!

approaching from the southeast.

Height about 10,000 feet.

They look like JU-88s to me.

This is where we learn to take it.

Order the squadrons

not to land back at base.

Here, give it to me.

Oh, some blithering idiot's

left his transmitter on.

Enemy aircraft are now

bombing the aerodrome.

You're telling us!

Atta boy!

Let 'em have it, chum!

Enemy aircraft being attacked

by fighters!

Here, leave me alone.

I've got a job of work to do!

Don't be a perishing fool!

Who do you think you are, Joan of Arc?

Perishing hangar's on fire!

Test all the lines, Bonzo.

- Sergeant?

- Yes, sir?

What casualties?

No one killed, sir.

One of the R/T operators

copped a nasty one ...

... and one of the girls

doesn't seem to good.

We're doing the best we can for them.

They'll have a rescue squad here soon.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure there was one

that didn't go off.

Well, let's hope it's a dud.

All the lines are dead.

Right. That settles it.

I'm going to evacuate.

Sergeant, muster the crew

and get them out of here.

Yes, sir.

The emergency option

should be functioning by now.

Can't be done, sir.

The doors are all jammed

or blocked with rubble.

Hell. We shall just have to stay here

and wait for the bomb to go off.

I hope to God Nadine got

into the dug-out.

Tea, sir?

It's a bit gritty, I'm afraid, sir.

Foster, that's an inspiration.

Remind me to have you promoted.

Yes, sir.

Did you ever see anything like it?

Oh, never mind, duck.

Wasn't really so much

of a little house, was it?

The whole place is

certainly pockmarked.

Yes! Just like old Jerry to sneak in ...

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