The obituary of Faith Brook reminded me of an episode during the second world war. I was in the ATS, stationed in Oxford, and Faith was with Stars in Battledress, working in the same area. One day, she was brought to our unit to face the commanding officer on a charge of burning her uniform skirt. I was appointed to be her escort, as I was of the same rank. We had a chance to talk before being marched in to hear the charges, and I found her delightfully friendly, relaxed and cheerful. At the hearing she freely admitted to being careless; she had not checked the heat of the iron, and so ruined the skirt. The outcome was that she was fined the cost of the garment, the money to be deducted from her pay.
What could have been a serious, intimidating experience was relieved by Faith's charm and sense of humour.