379 We civilians a### Grease monkeys— Mechanics to you— or ground crews. Armourers—Riggers— Fitters— doctoring, nursing the planes— the men who must not forget anything— whose slightest mistake may mean disaster ... How they probe and listen for the slightest cough in those engines! Always on the job— sending them out Fighting fit; meeting them when they return battle-scarred; working like beavers in the background. Those kites are theirs! They are proud of their victories and of the men who fight in them.