When we got to the airfield, it looked like a bomb had gone off. Luckily there were several guys staying over, and they'd managed to pull the covers off most of the pop-up shelters, but a couple were just mangled metal. We spent a while figuring out which covers went on which frames, and then started flying people. Dad was helping out with the plane handling, and I was helping out with the people handling, and we managed to get in 28 flights before we called it a day. Thunder clouds seemed to be scaring people away, so it was a pretty early evening.