"I've got one, but go ahead and state yours first, Freddy," he said.
The English youth looked blank and shook his head.
"Can't think of a blessed thing," he said. "What's yours?"
Dave grinned at Air Marshal Manners.
"It's a request you can grant easily, sir," he said. "Me, I'd like to be assigned to a land plane squadron for a while. I'm sure fed up with falling into the water."
"Me, too!" Freddy cried. "Oh, but definitely, sir!"
THE END
[1] Dave Dawson in Libya.
[2] Dave Dawson with the R.A.F.