Memories

Stolen from a Facebook group

How many of these mean anything to those here?

• When obscure form numbers like – 1369, 6442, 1250 and 252 could mean career-changing moments.
• When bizarre uniform items such as the thunderbird jacket and the flasher mac
• When the glorious anonymity of JTs, SACs and LACs before they introduced rank slides for airmen
• When colleagues were posted to RAF stations that nobody knew existed (i.e. ‘Machrihanish? Never heard of it – are you sure it’s not a wind-up?’)
• When the ’back of the bike sheds’ was considered an appropriate location for career counselling.
• When wearing medals was considered the particular right of the lucky few silver jubilee recipients or the handful from the South Atlantic.
• When OOA tours meant 4 months limited to communication by ambiguous means such as ASMA, the bluey or a cable and wireless phone card.
• When the question ‘Where the hell is Decimomannu?’ at least stood a remote chance of being answered.
• When crewrooms were occupied and people partook of unintelligible games like Uckers and ‘Hunt’
• When an RAF aircraft recognition poster was larger than A4 size
• When you remember curious anomalies such as male only stations (eg Wattisham)
• When anything Soviet was ‘bad’ and anything NATO was ‘good’
• When you drove around with BFG plates
• When you witnessed a survival scramble or spent some time in an HPS.
• When QRA that involved ‘instant sunshine’ and the ‘two-man principle’ in the ‘no-lone zone’
• When your NBC suit came with a detachable hood.
• When being issued with DPM kit seemed quite exciting.
• When Friday lunchtime (afternoon) was spent in the pub (in uniform)
• When doughnuts on day 3 or 4 of an exercise had particular significance
• When ‘AOC’s’ meant an enormous parade (and if you were lucky enough to be at Lossie, repeated 3 times)
• When some lucky people had the pleasure of being recruited as FLMs and TAGs.
• When you had access to a variety of personal weapons that seemed to have come out of Battle Picture Library (303, SLR, SMG etc)
• When you got 3 x Get you home (where-ever home was that day) a year.
• Baby’s heads
• Being scared of rock apes
• Seeing plumbers running and thinking “hope it’s the NAAFI wagon”
• Seeing aircrew running, and KNOWING it was the NAAFI wagon!!
• Itchy blankets
• Cheap beer in a busy NAAFI
• When MT had fleets of British built vehicles
• Wearing Gas Masks for hours at a time
• When an MoD civilian being a very rare breed indeed
• Blue uniforms
• When RAF push bikes had the basket on the front.
• Mod Plods
• Stations without fences
• Doing Fire Bucket
• The tiniest sliding windows in Guardrooms
• Tin Helmets and Putties
• Compo sausages, Compo cheese and oatmeal blocks plus the dead fly biscuits……..
• When your whole world could be put into a couple of scrawny lockers.
• In Germany being given a ration card along with a Soxmis card a BFG licence, petrol chits and buying a Herfy Handbag if you were a bit skint instead of Wobbly or Grolch
• When only TG1 and TG2 were on the high payband
• Pickaxe handles to fight off the Commies
• Singing in the bar
• SACWs who could write backwards on glass walls
• Thinking SAMA was neat ’cause it could tell you your leave balance
• Starting night shift at 4pm, finishing at 8pm.
• Starting night shift at 4pm, finishing at 8am!
• Having the choice between a tech charge and a ‘quiet word’ with the FS
• Station Workshops who could make anything for a crate of beer.
• The knowledge that we really were defending the country

Good Times?

The best times!!

 

What were your memories???

4 thoughts on “Memories

  1. R 88. FILM. (VULCANS ) , DRIED ON WOODEN BELT DRIVEN DRYING RACKS , WITH ALTERNATIVE SPRING LOADED SLATS TO PREVENT THE DRYING FILM FROM SNAPPING AS IT SHRUNK. THEN DUPLICATING THE NEGATIVES AND REPEATING PROCESS

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  2. Back in the 70’s I spent a lot of time on MFPUs (8, 4 and 2) and 4 Squadron Harriers. We visited various NATO bases in Holland, Germany, Denmark and Norway, participating in recce competitions etc. While at these bases we continued the time honoured tradition of trophy hunting in our host’s tea bars and ‘zapping’ their aircraft with our art work. We would often receive a polite request for the return of certain valued ‘trophies’ and were happy to comply. As for the zaps, well we never heard any complaints. Imagine my surprise when certain ‘enterprising’ souls decide to zap a couple of jets at Brize and are accused of treason! What is the world coming to?

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