Once upon a time, back in the early days of Bratdom . . . those halcyon days when Dai Hedral was still playing as a wing forward for the Welsh Rugby team . . . and I was courting his sister Annie . . . probably not too long after Pontius became a Pilot  . . .  it would seem that the 'twixt-wars Entries did not aspire to creating fancy slogans, logos and insignia such as appear to be the fashion among the later post-WW2 sprog Entries.

Therefore, to stay in style, it seemed appropriate to re-create the '47th's motto' on the Home page of this site. The motto used is one that was familar to most of us elderly types, being scrawled hither and yon, among such other choice selections as '35DTXL' and the less common 'Bill Jones - 175 Days Jankers' graffiti.

We of the 47th Entry were a special mob in many ways  . . .  

. . .  the first of the Entries to revert back to the original 3-year training schedule  . . .  

. . .  the first to be offered Officer Cadetships along with post-graduate Engineering training at civilian Universities   . . .

. . .  the first to be rewarded with our ONC in Engineering  . . .

. . .  the first to get experience on "them new-fangled blowtorches" - the 'Whittle/RR Welland' jet engines  . . .

. . .  the first to get sailplane pilot training  . . .

. . .  the first real custodians of our beloved (sic) goat mascot, Lewis Mk 1  -  ( he actually came while the 46th were in residence, but his keeper was undeniably        from the 47th ! )  . . .

. . .  the first to indulge in that one-year vacation at St Athan on the beautiful sunny coast of the Welsh Riviera . . . ( somebody at AM probably thought it would         improve our misguided souls ! )  . . .

. . .  and dare I say it . . . ?    The first to stage a mutiny without all getting shot or jailed as a result.

Who can forget the sound of several hundred breakfast plates hitting the cookhouse walls that morning as the sprogs upstairs got a little excited following the incident of one kid tripping on his way to the serving counter  ~  Whoops  ~  he dropped his plate !     Guess what ?    It smashed !

There are several lengthy anecdotal pages on this site, taken from my own and others' personal experiences and prior writings.    For these I make no apology.  I'm sure that each and every one of my classmates could relate similar tales, and have experienced the same feelings.