Excalibur Squadron OOC Thread

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Forging the Sword Part IV almost done. Fucking midterm studying getting in the way, though.

[The balkens]

Hitler "these delays are really getting on my nerves, the whole thing has been really crappy.
But I hope tigers next post will be epic. I can barely eat without thinking about what going to happen next."
Skeletor "I understand, but most if the members have actual problems in RL. Take balkens fir example.
Hitler "my dear skeletor, balkens love life can wait. If he wants #^@$ so much then he should quit Excalibur."
(some guy with a folder walks in)
Hitler "ah my daily report. It's most likely that tiger will be posting tonight. I will be so releaved. I wonder what will he post?"
.....
"tiger will not post. He has midterms, it has over taken his Time to the point that he can't post.
Nor will anything come till this weekend.....tiger.
Screw that incompetent bastard TIGER! Those damn midterms.....THESE DELAYS ARE STARTING TO PISS ME OFF! balkens, ya! hes a tail chasing fool!! Fi, ya! i have now idea what hes doing! all the others YA YA YA YA YA! Screw that damn midterm!
As soon as I find out where he goes to school! I will end that midterms existence! for my sanitys sake!

"leave now, find out where that damn school is.
(every one starts to leave.)
"find me and bring me fegelein"
Informer "mein führer what could fegelein have to do with this?"
Hitler "I assume that this is one of his antics, I must be sure."
Burgdolf "what do you want me to do?"
Hitler "You can bloody piss off!"

(this rant parody does not express my views on tiger or his work.
This rant was inspired by the Hitler eats and rants scene)

[The Two Jerseys]

The former, so long as your following RPs/threads/movies/whatever don't suck.

Did I mention I'm planning to release Remastered Special Edition versions of these RPs, rewritten entirely by me, to fit my true vision for ES? And that I'll also be deleting the originals? And filling them with anachronistic jokes and CGI visuals?

I would murder you in your sleep if you pulled a stunt like that.

Also, you'd need to add a Jar-Jar Binks buffoon to the squadron to serve as "comic relief". Though to be honest, Smythe or Matt would probably frag him the first chance they get. Talbot would at least try to make it look accidental...

[The balkens]

That would be fun

[Kouralia]

Did I mention I'm planning to release Remastered Special Edition versions of these RPs, rewritten entirely by me, to fit my true vision for ES? And that I'll also be deleting the originals? And filling them with anachronistic jokes and CGI visuals?

I would murder you in your sleep if you pulled a stunt like that.

Also, you'd need to add a Jar-Jar Binks buffoon to the squadron to serve as "comic relief". Though to be honest, Smythe or Matt would probably frag him the first chance they get. Talbot would at least try to make it look accidental...

Accidents are for those who don't have 17 inch long bayonets.

Because they are sub-soldiers. Das untersoldat. (probably wrong...)

[Monfrox]

Hey! Guess who's schedule freed up a little bit? Mine! You still got an opening for me in here, Tiger?

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Hitler "these delays are really getting on my nerves, the whole thing has been really crappy.
But I hope tigers next post will be epic. I can barely eat without thinking about what going to happen next."
Skeletor "I understand, but most if the members have actual problems in RL. Take balkens fir example.
Hitler "my dear skeletor, balkens love life can wait. If he wants #^@$ so much then he should quit Excalibur."
(some guy with a folder walks in)
Hitler "ah my daily report. It's most likely that tiger will be posting tonight. I will be so releaved. I wonder what will he post?"
.....
"tiger will not post. He has midterms, it has over taken his Time to the point that he can't post.
Nor will anything come till this weekend.....tiger.
Screw that incompetent bastard TIGER! Those damn midterms.....THESE DELAYS ARE STARTING TO PISS ME OFF! Screw that damn midterm!
As soon as I find out where he goes to school! I will end that midterms existence! for my sanitys sake!

"leave now, find out where that damn school is.
(every one starts to leave.)
"find me and bring me fegelein"
Informer "mein führer what could fegelein have to do with this?"
Hitler "I assume that this is one of his antics, I must be sure."
Burgdolf "what do you want me to do?"
Hitler "You can bloody piss off!"

(this rant parody does not express my views on tiger or his work.
This rant was inspired by the Hitler eats and rants scene)

Midterms finished, for better or worse. Back to the grind!

Did I mention I'm planning to release Remastered Special Edition versions of these RPs, rewritten entirely by me, to fit my true vision for ES? And that I'll also be deleting the originals? And filling them with anachronistic jokes and CGI visuals?

I would murder you in your sleep if you pulled a stunt like that.

Also, you'd need to add a Jar-Jar Binks buffoon to the squadron to serve as "comic relief". Though to be honest, Smythe or Matt would probably frag him the first chance they get. Talbot would at least try to make it look accidental...

Ah right, forgot to mention the borderline-racist caricature (what ethnicity? Jamaican? Italian? Nah, Jamaican) who'll inexplicably survive every single deadly encounter with the enemy as he cavorts about hilariously. A bit annoying, but the kids sure love him, and you know what that means - merchandising!
Also, be on the lookout for the Excalibur Squadron Holiday Special (wait, that's actually a semi-good idea)!

Hey! Guess who's schedule freed up a little bit? Mine! You still got an opening for me in here, Tiger?

I think so!
Again, we're right in the middle of an op, but it should be finishing up reasonably soon. We've just got a problem of our posts getting so big that they take days to write.
Really guys, word to the wise - I know everyone wants to compare post size and have the biggest post in the room, but it has its drawbacks, lemme tell you.

[The balkens]

so what are cutlers intentions? at least give us a hint.

[The Tiger Kingdom]

so what are cutlers intentions? at least give us a hint.

Well, you see, it's really a bit of a complicated story.
It all began when-REDACTED

[United Kingdom of Poland]

Did I mention I'm planning to release Remastered Special Edition versions of these RPs, rewritten entirely by me, to fit my true vision for ES? And that I'll also be deleting the originals? And filling them with anachronistic jokes and CGI visuals?

I would murder you in your sleep if you pulled a stunt like that.

Also, you'd need to add a Jar-Jar Binks buffoon to the squadron to serve as "comic relief". Though to be honest, Smythe or Matt would probably frag him the first chance they get. Talbot would at least try to make it look accidental...

you mean micheal right jersey cause mat wouldn't kill him on the spot, it would at least need to be proven he is a clumsy asshole who is more of a danger to us then the germans. and my guy would stick a grenade under the seat with a trip wire attached to the stick, as soon as he dives.....boom.

[The balkens]

so what are cutlers intentions? at least give us a hint.

Well, you see, it's really a bit of a complicated story.
It all began when-REDACTED

*nods* "o- wait a minute. its not ok!" (books flight to england)

*days later*

(at some poor bastard name cutlers house)

"who the devil is that at the door?"
*opens door*
"hi im from america, id like to ask a few questions, first off why....."
"why what?"
me:
"oh god...."
(moments later)

me "WHY DAMN IT? WHY?"
cutler "why what?"
me " i did not come all the way here to britain just be stalled by your BS!"
cutler "oh god what are you doing!? OW!"
me wait a minute...cutler was in ww2 and hes just a made up guy and this guy is in his 30s. "i did not think that one through"
cutler "you crazy bastard! what the hell is wrong with you!? you broke in to my house and both of my legs are broken! not to mention the mental damage you just caused! who are you looking for!?"
me "no body "
cutler "what the fuck.... "
me "have a nice day!" *leaves*

[The Two Jerseys]

I would murder you in your sleep if you pulled a stunt like that.

Also, you'd need to add a Jar-Jar Binks buffoon to the squadron to serve as "comic relief". Though to be honest, Smythe or Matt would probably frag him the first chance they get. Talbot would at least try to make it look accidental...

you mean micheal right jersey cause mat wouldn't kill him on the spot, it would at least need to be proven he is a clumsy asshole who is more of a danger to us then the germans. and my guy would stick a grenade under the seat with a trip wire attached to the stick, as soon as he dives.....boom.

Yes, I meant Michael. Damn Polacks and their similar-sounding names...

[Monfrox]

Just give me a shout when you want me back in.

[The balkens]

you mean micheal right jersey cause mat wouldn't kill him on the spot, it would at least need to be proven he is a clumsy asshole who is more of a danger to us then the germans. and my guy would stick a grenade under the seat with a trip wire attached to the stick, as soon as he dives.....boom.

Yes, I meant Michael. Damn Polacks and their similar-sounding names...

[United Kingdom of Poland]

Yes, I meant Michael. Damn Polacks and their similar-sounding names...

[The Tiger Kingdom]

GRAAAAAAAH! MIDTERMS! FINISHING PART IV! JOB APPLICATIONS! PACKING!
WHO NEEDS SLEEP?!

(LINK)
Somewhere above the Jarama Valley
1652 Hours
February 13th, 1937

From 2,000 feet, the battlefield of the Jarama Valley below looked utterly unremarkable. There was nothing marking it as anything other than an arbitrary place for the two armies to fight. There was no fortress, no major city, no obvious target. Just the river of the same name as the valley, with a smattering of villages, hills, plains. It just seemed so...normal.

But it was here that the Nationalist Army was pinning their hopes on their first big offensive of the year. As far as anyone could tell, their aim was to cut Republican territory in the center of Spain off from the eastern half - to sever the Madrid front from the Valencia front, cut communications and transport, and then wipe up resistance from there. And the main axis of this attack was coming directly across the Jarama River. The Nationalists were there attacking, and the Republicans were there defending.

And of course, Page thought to himself as he tried desperately to stay alert, they couldn't leave us out of the fight.

Cazador Squadron had been kept relentlessly active in the last few days. Since the dogfight of the 8th, they'd been doing constant air patrols, and on the 10th, relocating further west, towards the Madrid front. This had a major effect on the previously fairly sleepy nature of the squadron - Page estimated that he'd been lucky in getting somewhere between 8-10 hours of sleep in the last 5 days. Copious amounts of combat and good Spanish coffee had kept him going, but it didn't really work as well as hoped. Most of the time, he just felt trapped between nearly overwhelming sleepiness and horrific, twitchy jitters. And in a plane that was already jittery enough as it was, it didn't make flying any easier, to say the least. Especially not on a day like today: gray, dark, and grim, with rain clearly imminent.

And yet, as the tired squadron streaked towards the battlefield, Page couldn't feel bad about it. He'd seen more action in the last 5 days than he felt he would have ever seen in decades in the RAF. He just hoped desperately that he'd manage to fight his way through this latest battle without making some dumb mistake.

His radio crackled - Wallace's voice.
"Listen up, everyone. Here's the situation. This valley's been the scene of constant fighting for the last week. The main focal points for this whole battle have been the river crossings - the Nationalists trying to get over, and us trying to hold them back. Last night, the Nationalists commenced a counterattack, and they've been at it ever since. The Nationalists and their Fascist hires are hitting us - the British Battalion included, they're down on that hill below us - with all the artillery they have, coupled with infantry attacks and air raids. Our assignment is to keep the skies clear so that our bombers can hit their artillery and their bombers can't hit us. Understood?"

The squadron voiced their understanding, Page included.

"Good. We can't fail at this, people. Give you some idea how bad it is down there. That Brit Battalion hill? It's got a new name as of yesterday: Suicide Hill."
A silence followed this revelation. God, I'm glad I'm not in the infantry...Page thought to himself.
"Everyone, split into pairs. Evans, because Richardson's I-16 is out for repairs, you'll be partnered with Page in the meantime. Everyone else, slit into standard pairs and begin patrolling. Group 1..."

Wallace went on to detail the exact zones, As he did so, Page kept an eye on the ground below. Off in the distance, he could see the Nationalist artillery flashing on the heights to the west, even the shells landing on the Republican side of the river. And if he squinted hard enough, he could actually see the masses of infantry down below on the hill, in the trench lines. As he watched, a shell, just a tiny flicker of light from so far away, exploded right in the middle of one of the clusters. Page flinched. Jesus Christ. That's...
He suppressed a sudden wave of nausea. We've got to do our part to stop that as soon as humanly possible. No doubt.

"...Page and Evans, zone 6. About 3 klicks ahead. Good luck, boys."

Page opened up the throttle and shot ahead to their assigned station. Not at full speed, however, in order to keep up with Evans' old Nieuport. Page switched the channel over.
"Try and keep up if you can, old boy. I'll go as slow as I can for you."
Evans laughed back. "I swear, soon as one of those new crates opens up, I'm on it. I don't care how unsafe it is, anything beats this old piece of shite."
Page smiled to himself. Over the last few days, it seemed like he had really made progress with the squadron. Even if he wasn't really on the same ideological plane as the rest of them, he felt like they respected him more after the dogfight on the 8th. Evans especially seemed to have gotten over his distrust of the Lieutenant.

They cruised as fast as possible to their designated space and began a patrol pattern, keeping an eye out on the horizon. As they did so, rain began to come down - in small droplets and flurries at first, but in a matter of minutes it became severe enough to be a considerable annoyance. The radio crackled again.
"Page, not sure if this is just a blotch on my goggles or not, but I got contacts at our 10 o'clock, high. Looks like big ones."
Page glanced over, and tried to see what Evans was seeing. Off in the distance, about 300 feet above them, he saw a formation of about four or so large spots -clearly planes in a diamond formation, but it was impossible to tell exactly what they were.
"All right, follow my lead. We'll get in close and see what the score is firsthand."
Page gunned the engine and angled up to gain altitude as he approaches the contacts. As he approached, the queasy feeling in his stomach got worse and worse. the indistinct smudges soon became clearer and clearer. they were monoplanes...dual engined...large...clearly bombers. And as Page neared gun range, a symbol stood out on the tail.

A black X on a white background. Condor Legion symbols. These were Krauts.

Page had heard stories of the Condor Legion. German pilots, soldiers, and tankers - the rough equivalent of the International Brigades for the Fascists. The only difference was the Condor Legion had the best equipment, and enjoyed the implicit support of the German government. Meanwhile, the British Battalion was disavowed completely. These were top-of-the-line German bombers. And they were headed straight for Suicide Hill.

Page didn't hesitate. "Evans, follow me in. Aim for their engines, anything else, we'll just ventilate them a bit more than usual."
"Copy, Cazador 10."
As Page lined up the I-16 carefully in a head-to-head, he realized almost too late that this unknown aircraft had multiple turrets - and that as he passed into range, each of them blazed away as best they could at him, forcing him to jink and dive to avoid them. He swerved in an arc to take the plane at the side, which was a much easier target, luckily. Page poured the fire on in along burst, and one of the engines began flaming out as it started a long twisting dive to the valley floor. As he zoomed over the formation, Page could see Evans firing on the rear plane in the formation. It too quickly began to smoke and fall out of the formation, turning back towards where it came from.

"Cazador 10, that one look worth pursuing?"
Page quickly responded to Evans' inquiry. "Negative, Cazador 8. Keep on the ones that can still fight."
"Roger. We're getting pretty good at this, Page! I half-expect- GAH!"
The radio feed cut out. Page could suddenly hear a new engine note in the air and turned quickly to where he thought Evans' plane was.

What was once a plane was now a a ball of flame slowly descending onto the ground below. Not recognizable. No parachute. And in a sudden flash of what Page realized was lightning, he could see a distinctive silhouette screaming away from the fireball - the plane all the other pilots spoke in hushed tones about.

An ME-109. The most advanced fighter in Spain.

Reflex took over. Despite the fact that visibility was nearly nil and his plane was likely inferior, rage compensated as best it could. Page shoved the I-16 towards the ME-109, now gaining altitude in an attempt to finish him off, and followed as best he could. A twisting, turning dogfight as they went higher and higher quickly ensued. Page roared in anger - the 109 could out climb him easily. But could it out-turn him?

As he flew, Page yelled into the radio:
"Cazador 10! Have just lost Cazador 8, am in dogfight with Condor 109! 2 bombers still inbound on the hill! Over!"
Wallace's voice came back, still calm. "Copy, Cazador 10. Group 3, hit those bombers. I'll help you with the 109."

Page continued to twist around with the 109, neither side able to get a definite advantage. Both sides occasionally chattered away with their guns, neither drawing a solid bead. Finally, another I-16 roared by, firing madly at the 109 - Wallace's I-16. The 109 climbed away to follow it.
"Alright Cazador 10, he's on me now. I'll loop him around to you. Be damn ready. Copy?"
"Copy," Page replied.
'And don't hit me."
With that, Wallace's I-16 came around in a flat arc, still juking and diving irregularly to avoid the 109's fire on its tail. Finally, they came around fully, as Page bore down on them. They were headed directly at each other, the 109 facing ever so slightly down to hit Wallace, but Page facing perfectly to hit the 109.

Page held down the trigger relentlessly, whole seconds ticking by. The 109 was shredded beyond recognition, and ignited into a fireball not unlike what it had unleashed on Evans. It eventually disintegrated as it fell.

"Well done, Cazador 10."

Page couldn't even hear. The mission went on for another hour or so, but it seemed that the major fight was on the ground. the Republicans held the line on Suicide Hill, barely, for the night, but it didn't make much of a difference. All he could think was that one second, he had a wingman, a friend - the next, he didn't. Gone forever. Thanks to some coddled German Fascist fuck who got all the toys and praise from home.

As the Lieutenant and the squadron returned to the nameless airbase they had relocated to, he knew they'd be back soon. And when they came back, there was only one word to describe what would happen to the Nationalists.
Vengeance.
Not reciprocal vengeance. Vengeance revisited tenfold and more.

It was personal, now.

All right, I'm out of action until Monday. Keep it real, everyone!

[The balkens]

Bormann "mein führer; tiger cannot post. His midterms have sprung up and now he has to pack.
He also said that he needs sleep. This a disaster, tiger cant move the plot along."
Hewel "tiger is very busy now, he even has job apps to fill out."
Skeletor "I think he's just procrastinating. Why else would he?"
Hitler "that tiger is really pissing me off, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING.
He said that his midterms where finished! At least he got a back story finished!
Oh but the damn main story has been stalled for how long!? To hell with him!
This is worst then when my mother visited!
Whats worse he can't post! HE CAN'T POST!!
(later)
Hitler "what was that!"
Gunsche "Michael has found the ammo storage....he has set fire to it."
Hitler "why didn't anyone stop him!?"
Gunshe "he and fegelein have been working together."
Hitler "I've should've known! They will pay for this, they suck!
I can't possibly know that him and that psycho were working together!
Fegelein will pay for this betrayal! FEGELEIN! FEGELEIN! FEGEL-NOOOOOOO!!!"
(bunker blows up.)

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Bormann "mein führer; tiger cannot post. His midterms have sprung up and now he has to pack.
He also said that he needs sleep. This a disaster, tiger cant move the plot along."
Hewel "tiger is very busy now, he even has job apps to fill out."
Skeletor "I think he's just procrastinating. Why else would he?"
Hitler "that tiger is really pissing me off, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING.
He said that his midterms where finished! At least he got a back story finished!
Oh but the damn main story has been stalled for how long!? To hell with him!
This is worst then when my mother visited!
Whats worse he can't post! HE CAN'T POST!!
(later)
Hitler "what was that!"
Gunsche "Michael has found the ammo storage....he has set fire to it."
Hitler "why didn't anyone stop him!?"
Gunshe "he and fegelein have been working together."
Hitler "I've should've known! They will pay for this, they suck!
I can't possibly know that him and that psycho were working together!
Fegelein will pay for this betrayal! FEGELEIN! FEGELEIN! FEGEL-NOOOOOOO!!!"
(bunker blows up.)

Balkens, I'm seriously thinking of making a rule that every time you make one of these parodies, you have to make the accompanying video as well.
Seriously.
Anyway, packing didn't take as long as I thought it would, so I'll be linking all the new stories in before I forget.

[The balkens]

Alright fine I'll stop.


Also as soon as the squadron returns, I'm planing on sending Michael to officer school in an attempt to make him more capable within the unit. Also historically speaking...were polish officers required to to complete British officer school?
In that case...page was right, Michael isn't a LT. Besides it might get him to mature a little in to his rank (he was quickly promoted as a result of heavy casualties for the airforces.)
Tiger you agree?

[The Tiger Kingdom]

Alright fine I'll stop.

Hah, you don't HAVE to stop. It just weirds me out because I start to envision the video in my mind every time. Without the visuals...

Also as soon as the squadron returns, I'm planing on sending Michael to officer school in an attempt to make him more capable within the unit. Also historically speaking...were polish officers required to to complete British officer school?

I'm sure there's someone more directly knowledgeable than me about how foreign officers were handled, but I don't know if it was a requirement. After all, they technically weren't an organic part of the British military, they were part of the exiled governments. They kept their ranks, which I would think translated over fairly well to the British services that effectively commanded them. It's complicated.
I think the Brits would likely be OK with training Allied officers though, especially ones serving in a Brit Special Forces squadron.

In that case...page was right, Michael isn't a LT. Besides it might get him to mature a little in to his rank (he was quickly promoted as a result of heavy casualties for the airforces.)
Tiger you agree?

It sounds like a workable idea. That's another one-off series, then?

[Morrdh]

Also as soon as the squadron returns, I'm planing on sending Michael to officer school in an attempt to make him more capable within the unit. Also historically speaking...were polish officers required to to complete British officer school?

I'm sure there's someone more directly knowledgeable than me about how foreign officers were handled, but I don't know if it was a requirement. After all, they technically weren't an organic part of the British military, they were part of the exiled governments. They kept their ranks, which I would think translated over fairly well to the British services that effectively commanded them. It's complicated.
I think the Brits would likely be OK with training Allied officers though, especially ones serving in a Brit Special Forces squadron.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_Air ... at_Britain

Air Marshal Sir Hugh Dowding later admitted he had been "a little doubtful" at first about the Polish airmen. British government informed General Sikorski that at the end of the war, Poland would be charged for all costs involved in maintaining Polish forces in Britain. Plans for the airmen greatly disappointed them: they would only be allowed to join the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, wear British uniforms, fly British flags and be required to take two oaths, one to the Polish government and the other to King George VI of the United Kingdom; each officer was required to have a British counterpart, and all Polish pilots were to begin with the rank of "pilot officer", the lowest rank for a commissioned officer in the RAF. Only after posting would anyone be promoted to a higher grade.[5] Because of this, the majority of highly experienced Polish pilots had to wait in training centres, learning English Command procedures and language, while the RAF suffered heavy losses due to lack of experienced pilots. On June 11, 1940, a preliminary agreement was signed by the Polish and British governments and soon the British authorities finally allowed for creation of two bomber squadrons and a training centre as part of the Royal Air Force.

[The balkens]

I always envisioned the parodies too. But I don't have the knowledge to make vids.

I did how ever help write a few.

As for another one off? Nah....bloodstained memories is all for me.
(I'm also done with the whole after war stuff. Still debating whether or not to have him work for MI6 secretly during Korea if that ever comes up. Or have him killed off during the final battle....or severly injured. He might just hate Excalibur from there on....so far away...)

[United Kingdom of Poland]

I'm sure there's someone more directly knowledgeable than me about how foreign officers were handled, but I don't know if it was a requirement. After all, they technically weren't an organic part of the British military, they were part of the exiled governments. They kept their ranks, which I would think translated over fairly well to the British services that effectively commanded them. It's complicated.
I think the Brits would likely be OK with training Allied officers though, especially ones serving in a Brit Special Forces squadron.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_Air ... at_Britain

Air Marshal Sir Hugh Dowding later admitted he had been "a little doubtful" at first about the Polish airmen. British government informed General Sikorski that at the end of the war, Poland would be charged for all costs involved in maintaining Polish forces in Britain. Plans for the airmen greatly disappointed them: they would only be allowed to join the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, wear British uniforms, fly British flags and be required to take two oaths, one to the Polish government and the other to King George VI of the United Kingdom; each officer was required to have a British counterpart, and all Polish pilots were to begin with the rank of "pilot officer", the lowest rank for a commissioned officer in the RAF. Only after posting would anyone be promoted to a higher grade.[5] Because of this, the majority of highly experienced Polish pilots had to wait in training centres, learning English Command procedures and language, while the RAF suffered heavy losses due to lack of experienced pilots. On June 11, 1940, a preliminary agreement was signed by the Polish and British governments and soon the British authorities finally allowed for creation of two bomber squadrons and a training centre as part of the Royal Air Force.

there is one flaw in your thinking though, by the time matt and micheal join excalibur was part of the SOE not RAF, if I'm not mistaken

[The Two Jerseys]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_Air ... at_Britain

Air Marshal Sir Hugh Dowding later admitted he had been "a little doubtful" at first about the Polish airmen. British government informed General Sikorski that at the end of the war, Poland would be charged for all costs involved in maintaining Polish forces in Britain. Plans for the airmen greatly disappointed them: they would only be allowed to join the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, wear British uniforms, fly British flags and be required to take two oaths, one to the Polish government and the other to King George VI of the United Kingdom; each officer was required to have a British counterpart, and all Polish pilots were to begin with the rank of "pilot officer", the lowest rank for a commissioned officer in the RAF. Only after posting would anyone be promoted to a higher grade.[5] Because of this, the majority of highly experienced Polish pilots had to wait in training centres, learning English Command procedures and language, while the RAF suffered heavy losses due to lack of experienced pilots. On June 11, 1940, a preliminary agreement was signed by the Polish and British governments and soon the British authorities finally allowed for creation of two bomber squadrons and a training centre as part of the Royal Air Force.

there is one flaw in your thinking though, by the time matt and micheal join excalibur was part of the SOE not RAF, if I'm not mistaken

Considering Excalibur would be more interested in their language skills than integrating them into the RAF, and that we are one of Churchill's pet projects, I'm sure we'd get away with cutting some corners in allowing them to join.

Also, did anyone else read "Polish pilots" and "RAF training" and automatically think "Repeat, please!"?

[United Kingdom of Poland]

there is one flaw in your thinking though, by the time matt and micheal join excalibur was part of the SOE not RAF, if I'm not mistaken

Considering Excalibur would be more interested in their language skills than integrating them into the RAF, and that we are one of Churchill's pet projects, I'm sure we'd get away with cutting some corners in allowing them to join.

Also, did anyone else read "Polish pilots" and "RAF training" and automatically think "Repeat, please!"?

I think we found the film version of cutler, now I'm just going to talk in polish near him.