The sandy haired Scotsman Macallister wearily parks his stocky frame down in front of the debriefer and, shouting slightly due to the deafness caused by the engine noise relates. "Milk run! Nothing doing Hun-wise. Fighter escort was pretty good.
Flak was rubbish, nowhere near. Bombed on the button, good show!
d'ye fancy a drink tonight?"
The WAAFs disapproving frown seems not to penetrate his confidence and the rest of the crew nudge each other and grin as he continues to try to chat her up as she leads the crew through the debrief.
No damage, no ammunition expended (apart from 14000lbs of MC bombs)