This is a classic picture of my Dad.  He's rolling up his sleeves to "get to work".  During the War as well as in later life, Dad has always been in the middle of the "work".  He never would ask anyone to do anything that he, himself wouldn't do.
 
 
 
 

Here's Dad and his jeep, "Sandy".  His jeep was named after my sister.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

This is Dad on his motorcycle.  It really was the Base Commander's bike, but Dad was the one that used it.  The story goes that Dad would meet the landing planes at the beginning of the runway and escort them to their bunkers.  This system made it a much quicker operation.