Overheard in the toilet - Tony Cunnane's Life and Times

"Hope to see you in Scampton," had been the cry as the RAF pilots said farewell to the Soviet MiG-29 pilots at Borispol in the Ukraine in June 1990 when the Red Arrows started home after their highly successful six day tour of Leningrad, Kiev and Budapest.

It was the sort of thing you often say on leaving new-found friends even when you do not expect it to happen. But happen it did - just fifteen months later. The 'Russian Knights' in their mighty Sukhoi-27 fighter bombers, known to NATO as Flanker, came to Scampton. In Russian folklore a young warrior famous for his strength and his ability to defend his Motherland was called a Veetyaz, equivalent to an English Knight. Hence the name for the Team, Русские Витязи, The Russian Knights. But was it the Russian Aerobatic Team or the Soviet Aerobatic Team? So much had been happening on the international stage, especially in the three short eventful weeks before the scheduled start of the visit. The Soviet Union was rapidly disintegrating and the entire world was watching with bated breath. However, no-one at Scampton really cared about the politics - all that mattered was that they were coming.

I had been heavily involved in planning the arrangements for the Russian Knights' visit. Knowing how fond the Russians are for ceremonies, I had recommended that the Russians should be greeted with a formal arrival ceremony to mark what would have been a historic occasion even without the break up of the Soviet Union. My suggestion was greeted with not a little scepticism and alarm. Long gone are the days when RAF stations used to have regular parades, so long gone that most officers and airmen never parade again after graduating from initial training schools. However, that was not the sort of parade I wanted. I reckoned there should be a marching band and a saluting base from which the leading players could make their speeches of welcome. I wanted a formal line up of Red Arrows' aircraft and pilots opposite the Soviets. I wanted the pilots to walk across the tarmac from opposite sides of the dispersal so that they could be photographed and filmed greeting each other halfway. I wanted lots of media on hand to record it all.

Some months before the actual visit by the Russian Knights, a small Soviet delegation flew in to RAF Scampton for a preliminary planning meeting. Probably without realising the irony of the situation, the station hierarchy had decided to park the Soviet AN-72 transport aircraft on a remote and normally disused dispersal that for many years had been the place where Blue Steel missiles were loaded onto Vulcan bombers.

The prospect of a Soviet military aircraft on the ground in Lincolnshire was so unusual that I invited the local media to Scampton to cover the event even though I had no clear idea what to expect. All the local print media sent representatives. The local BBC radio station sent along their popular presenter and friend of mine, Chris Jones, to do a live outside broadcast. As a result, Chris made broadcasting history. Out of the Soviet aircraft popped a three-star general. We had not been expecting such a high powered visit. I persuaded the Soviet Air Force general to be interviewed live through an RAF Interpreter. I was astonished that the General readily agreed to do the interview and some of his aides seemed quite worried. I assured them that Radio Lincolnshire was a family radio station and that there would be no political questions. And so, for the first time ever we think, a serving Soviet general was interviewed live on a western radio station without any advance notification and without a script. It was a great success and Chris was a minor celebrity in the BBC. I imagine defence correspondents and news reporters around the country were rather miffed.

Later, we took the visitors to the Officers' Mess for lunch. While I was in the toilet, I overheard a conversation in the adjacent wash room. One of the Russians, presumably the KGB man, was saying in a hushed voice to the General, "Comrade General, be very careful what you say in front of the public relations officer - he can speak Russian!" The Russian had broken one of the most elementary rules of espionage: if you have something private to say, make sure you say it in private.

I then had to remain in the toilet until I was quite certain that all the Russians had left the wash room.

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