Week 6: Red Arrows

 


Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wigston: Your Majesty.

King Charles III: Michael, how are you?

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: I’m fine, sir. But my deepest sympathies to you and your family.

King Charles III: Thank you for your condolences.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: She was a fine Queen, sir. And you will be a fine King. It will be the deepest honour to serve you.

King Charles III: As it will be for me to serve the people.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: We at the RAF mourn the Queen’s passing, but we also greet your Coronation, sir.

King Charles III: Yes, my advisor briefed me this morning. Said you wished to discuss that matter with me.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston:  It seems in poor taste to discuss the Imperial Robe when your mourning suit is still on, but this event, I'm sure you understand, is long in the planning.

King Charles III: Please don’t apologise. I understand completely.

Air Chief Marshall Sir Mike Wingston: I’m calling in regard to the flypast that will greet your Coronation, sir.

King Charles III: I myself will take great pleasure in your outfit providing us with that. It’s such a wonder standing on that balcony and seeing such controlled daredeviltry.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: It is our honour to be of service to you.

King Charles III: Was there something different you had in mind? Was that the reason for your call?

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: In some regard, sir. Yes, we had something in mind.

King Charles III: Do tell.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: In our squadron is a family.

King Charles III: A family?

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: A parent and two sons.

King Charles III: How wonderful!

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: We trusted you would appreciate the two sons.

King Charles III: Yes, that is wonderful. So why the call? It seems like a quite delightful news story.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: We just felt we should run the ages by you.

King Charles III: Rather green are they? You know I’m a champion of the young. Although I won’t have responsibility for The Princes Trust, I will promote opportunity for the younger generation.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: We were hoping you would say that, sir.

King Charles III: It makes perfect sense for me. Let’s face it, I’m a hawk roosting. I’ve arrived at this treetop at quite a senior age. It therefore makes it even more important that I’m seen to support young fledglings.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: Wonderful to hear, sir.

King Charles III: Just out of interest, how old are these young pilots?

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: 2 and 0, sir.

King Charles III: I beg your pardon.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: 2 and 0, sir.

King Charles III: Is this a prank call? Am I on the radio?

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: No, prank, sir. They were talent spotted at the RAF museum in Hendon. Their skill was described by visiting Squadron Leader, Graeme Muscat, as ‘preternatural.’

King Charles III: I’m in disbelief.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: We were as well, sir. But Muscat has trained pilots for decades. He said, “the mother has trained the boys like Richard Williams tutored the Williams sisters.” He has never seen anything like it.

King Charles III: I’m utterly speechless.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: Sir, I know it sounds farfetched, the stuff dreams are made on. But believe me, I’ve seen them. It’s quite astounding.

King Charles III: I want to laugh, but I can tell you are in earnest.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: Believe me, sir, in grief I know better than to joke.

King Charles III: Then, you have my permission to go ahead.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: Kit and Jude will be thrilled. Their mother too. She has pushed them hard and the consequence is quite remarkable.

King Charles III: Kit and Jude. William and Harry. To sons.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Mike Wingston: To sons, sir. But, more importantly, to Kings too. God save the King!

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