fron the first link:
"I should have mentioned earlier that one of our regular jobs was convoy patrols over the North Sea, on days with low cloud cover . On one occasion I was sent out to cover a `convoy', which turned out to be a lone battleship, The King George V, racing north on her own, presumably heading for the Home Fleet Base at Scapa Flow. On New Years Eve I was out three times covering a large merchant convoy plodding north under escort. I was in radio contact with the lead ship which I believe was a cruiser. On my last trip, with dusk coming on and my fuel getting low, I flew past the cruiser at bridge height and said `I must leave you now, Happy New Year'. There was no response, and I could picture them thumbing through the code book to see if Happy New Year might have a double meaning. I was half way back to land when they came back with `And a Happy New Yeeaw to you too'. Now all I had on my mind was getting back down and readying for the squadron's first ever New Years Eve bash in the mess."
I got a laugh out of this one, good read.
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