i'm the last of the royal force still stationed here, you know? all the other laddies died in the air and were buried in the sand.
ever since the end of the great war, there hasn't been a single challenge worthy of a man like me.
i just wish i would've chucked it with the other laddies, gone down in a flame of glory, instead of sitting around here, rotting from boredom and booze!
so what's your little problem got to do with his majesty's royal air corp?
is it dangerous?
by jove, do you really think so?
so what's the challenge then?
winston havlock at your service, sir!
hang on, men!
we're going down!
here i come, laddies!