Well, the sixpenny bombsight works and the spotlamps work. We've flown two thousand hours,...

Gibson: Well, the sixpenny bombsight works and the spotlamps work. We've flown two thousand hours, and dropped a good many more than two thousand practice bombs. The specially converted aircraft start arriving tomorrow. So, from now until the word "go" I want you to practice flying them at your all-up proper weights. [indicates Young] Gibson: You can work that out, Dinghy. Don't forget that some of the armour's been taken out. And don't exceed 63,000 pounds or otherwise we shan't get off. [looks around] Gibson: Any problems? Squadron Leader H.M. Young, DFC: You want the front gunner to stay in his turret the whole time? Gibson: Oh yes, he'll have to deal with the flak guns. Squadron Leader H.M. Young, DFC: The trouble with that is his feet. [mimics with fingers] Squadron Leader H.M. Young, DFC: They dangle in front of the bomb-aimer's face. How about fixing up some stirrups to get his feet out of the way and make him more comfortable? Gibson: That's a good plan. Squadron Leader H.E. Maudslay, DFC: Have you any idea when we're going, sir? Gibson: Probably within a week. But, keep it under your hats! You won't have to put up with being called "the armchair squadron" much longer Squadron Leader H.E. Maudslay, DFC: Two months without an operation is getting us stalejake now. Flight Lt. J.V. Hopgood, DFC: There was damn near a riot yesterday when somebody in 57 Squadron started it again Flight Lt. H.B. Martin, DSO, DFC, AFC: Our fellows would feel better if they blew off steam Gibson: [grins] Alright, the next time somebody starts being funny, have a riot. [assembled pilots laugh] Gibson: Alright, that's all. [pilots get up to leave]