Boy Entrant; The Recollections Of A Royal Air Force Brat - Plot & Excerpts
As always, one senior Entry member in each of the four squadrons had risen to the exalted rank of Sergeant Boy. In No. 3 Squadron, to which I belonged, Dave Williams became the anointed one. Dave didn’t seem to be cast in the same mould as the other sergeant boys of my experience—past, present or future. To begin with, most sergeant boys were tall strapping fellows, but Dave was of average height to the point of appearing diminutive in the company of the other three sergeant boys. The difference didn’t stop there—Dave was also popular with most of the lads, which wasn’t always the case with other sergeant boys. Although strict in the disciplinary sense, when he caught someone in a minor breach of the rules, he was much less inclined to pull out his little pad of Forms 252 to put them on a charge than his predecessor. More often than not, he would let the miscreant off with a caution. Each sergeant boy was top dog in his own squadron, but with the Entry’s passing-out parade approaching, it was time for one of them to be elevated to the unique rank of Flight Sergeant Boy.
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