James Blackwood stretched his tall lanky frame out of the car and stared at the aerodrome, the control tower to the left of him. He pulled his kit out of the car, and checked his orders. He was at the right place, but he felt small, lost, surrounded by British accents, his own Australian jarred in his ears whenever he opened his mouth. God if he could only hear a friendly voice!

"You right there mate?" coming right on the heels of his thoughts, the Australian voice scared him out of his wits. He hastily dropped his kit and saluted to the Flight Lieutenant

"Yes Sir, James Blackwood, Warrant Officer, I've just been posted" He dropped his salute and couldn't help staring at the F.L with curiosity. He was dressed in the dark blue of the R.A.A.F from home, but he had R.A.F Insignia.

"Paterson Hughes, welcome to Leconfield, you can stow your kit over there, follow me"

"Excuse me sir..." He stumbled to silence

"Yes?"

"It's just good to hear a familiar voice sir, if I may say so."

Hughes looked at him for a moment, then smiled warmly.

"I dare say it must" he clapped him on the shoulder, then moved off. James scrambled to follow...