Of ſpotleſs fame, be chary as your lives! / Keep wide of proof, and you're the beſt of wives!

[…] to London will we march amain, And once again bestride our foaming steeds, And once again cry ‘Charge upon our foes!’ But never once again turn back and fly.

My enthusiasm wasn't exactly suppressed - my father had worked for British Rail's property department, and one of my earliest memories was walking around the forlorn buildings at Old Oak Common depot wearing his oversized BR hard hat.

This mission is not part of our annual flying schedule; it will be NFA.