ARMY

We’re following the directions from HQ.  There’s going to be lots of us there, each one full  of supplies, packed to the gunnels, ready to let go!

We’ve gathered our supplies from the sunny Atlantic and are travelling over water at speed, ready to hit land.  We’re cocooned in cold air, but we will come up against heat.  The colder we are and the hotter our destination, the fiercer this will be.

I’ve been assigned to the Church Fete of St John’s Upper Studley in Wrotbridge-on-the-Wold.  Others are on their way to Stowbridge Annual Village Barbecue.  The battallion heading for Solefield School Sports Day are running late.

We gather, circling over St John’s, trying not to make a sound, we mustn’t start rumbling and crashing yet, but with this much electricity in the air, it’s very difficult.  We must wait until we’re all in position.  I hear word that they’re ready at Stowbridge, we’re just waiting for Solefield ... Finally!  HQ send the signal in a blinding flash, we roar and crack back in unison.  It’s time to drop your payload boys and girls and watch the humans scatter.  I love British summers.  I come here every year.