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I never had a full fledged General approach me with out-thrust paw and invitation to be introduced but that's what happened one day while I was out in the hangars squatting to inspect something or other on a tail-skid.
"Aw, My name is General Trenchard, and this is Majah B(ell)," said a pleasant voice and I almost bumped into a firm hand as I bent upright.  In trepidation I stuttered my name and hurriedly got Captain Bridgeman for moral support during an interesting conversation with this chief of the Royal Air Forces.
The General is a big husky man whose force is spelt all over his person. With easy gestures in swinging his riding crop he told us what a fine time his "boys" had had last night when they "dropped" 7000 thermite incendiary bombs on the Black Forest, "It was