Sir John Thomson Memorial Sword
The Sir John Thomson Memorial Sword commemorates him. Sir John was a leading member and strong supporter of the Air Squadron and regularly flew cadets on Air Squadron Day and on Air Experience Flights. The Sword is awarded each year to the cadet judged to be the Best in the CCF (RAF). Cadets, who will commonly be the most senior in their schools contingent will have to demonstrate the highest level of CCF commitment and involvement, during their time in the CCF and will also be highly regarded within the school/college. Nominations are called for in November of each year. Of those recommended by either their Contingent Commander or RAF Section Commander, six would be chosen for a final interview with Wing Commander CCF in either late January or early February as a result of which a winner would be chosen. Results are made public in late March and the Sword is awarded at the Air Squadron Day celebrations at the end of the summer term. All six finalists, who would all attend the parade on Air Squadron Day, would be awarded a Geoffrey de Havilland Flying Foundation Medal for CCF Achievement in recognition of getting that far.
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