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Outside Horsham St Faith Mess, an unknown officer and Bruce, the 118 Squadron dog, who positively and possessively owned the bedroom in the Mess in which he allowed Paddy and me to sleep in.   He was completely impartial; some nights he would decide he would lie on top of my legs at. say 3 am, to stop the circulation and give me pins and needles, and next night it would be Paddy's turn.   An Irish Wolfhound, he had, as you can see, great long slim legs, which gave him a fair turn of speed; paced behind the old Bedford truck round the peri track, he was clocked at 45 ,mph, and didn't look the least bit stretched.   (No, he didn't get airborne; afterburner u/s).   (Thanks to Iain Sutherland.)
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