Night flying last night in formation, led by F/Lt Tate to Jullandur and back. Over Jullandur, Tate goes down to shoot them up, leaving Thin and me in echelon going round in circles. I don’t know what happens but I damn near crash into him, and we just manage to mutually bank out of the way. Thin tells his observer Poonen to fire a Very light to show up country to Tate – he refuses, saying it’s not his job, and he won’t “take the responsibility”. Head back, and a good landing.
Today to Jullandur – low level at 500′ as observer, and have never felt so ill for a long time. As we were formating, the ship was never on an even keel and I got hell. Off to Jullandur tomorrow, where Taylor and I will no doubt pay the penalty for our ‘beat up’ yesterday. My kit from Iraq arrives, filling me with nostalgia.