The day started off cold, drizzly and windy with the force clearly not with the four young cadets as two of them forgot their 3822’s, one forgot to bring his lunch and the last one didn’t even turn up in uniform! A stroke of luck came when Sir turned up for the ‘mission’ slightly late so all the misfortunes so far could be corrected. Eventually they were all set to make the jump to light speed and set off for RAF Cosford.
When they reached Cosford, they were all sat down in a waiting room where they all waited in with as much anticipation as the rebellion army before their attack on the Death Star. The four cadets watched sheepishly as the Gliders were rolled out of the hangar and could not wait for the moment that they would take off into space and pilot them against the evil forces of Darth Vader and the Emperor.
Although they were eager to take to the skies, 3 of the 4 cadets were as disappointed as Luke Skywalker when he found out that his father was Darth Vader as they were told that the wind was the only force stopping them from flying. The dark side of the force must also have been playing its hand when they were told that the clouds had come down lower than they were before and so there was definitely no chance of them flying.
The journey home was long and quiet, the silence occasionally broken by a couple of Sir’s ‘jokes’. However, within that car sat one content cadet who sat in silence with a great sense of accomplishment at finally getting to fly on his third journey to RAF Cosford, in this case, the third time really was the charm. Congratulations, Cadet Rooprai.