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  • The Chester Elite

    The Chester Elite
    2012/12/20
    When I first arrived in Chester we were stationed in The Castle in the heart of the City overlooking the beautiful river Dee. We had fewer duties to perform at my new posting but had one very interesting one. We had to spend the odd weekend at Altcar camp and shooting range near Formby, a little north of Liverpool. The territorial army and cadets would gather at this camp for weekend training, and our role was simply to keep the peace. This was a sinecure but it did supply some lighter moments. A group of teenage lads, army cadets from Manchester, was spending two nights sleeping in one of the Nissen huts....
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  • South Hampton-What's that all about?

    South Hampton-What's that all about?
    2012/12/20
    That journey, Limassol to Nicosia alone in the back of an army ambulance, saw me moaning and puking with motion sickness. It was far worse than the ten day trip from Southampton to Limassol but mercifully far shorter. (Why do people say 'South Hampton', surely with only one 'H' it should be South Ampton, people don't say South Hend!).During my short stay in this new hospital I had a radio request played for me, I had asked them to play 'Claire de Lune' by Debussy for all the Mancunians stationed in Cyprus. They played the music but added that Mancunians were people from the Isle of Man! Dear Lord, and they say that the standard of education has declined since those days.!!
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  • Puking to Limasol

    Puking to Limasol
    2012/12/20
    That journey, Limassol to Nicosia alone in the back of an army ambulance, saw me moaning and puking with motion sickness. It was far worse than the ten day trip from Southampton to Limassol but mercifully far shorter. (Why do people say 'South Hampton', surely with only one 'H' it should be South Ampton, people don't say South Hend!).During my short stay in this new hospital I had a radio request played for me, I had asked them to play 'Claire de Lune' by Debussy for all the Mancunians stationed in Cyprus. They played the music but added that Mancunians were people from the Isle of Man! Dear Lord, and they say that the standard of education has declined since those days.!!
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  • Knickers Abroad

    Knickers Abroad
    2012/12/13
    ;Early in January several dog handlers, myself included, were sent on a cross country jog with our canine buddies. Johnnie started off with energy and enthusiasm in abundance, pulling on his lead and  dragging me  for over a mile. He settled down after that and was content to amble along at my more sedate pace for another two miles stopping every so often to cock his leg
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  • How I Survived Christmas...

    How I Survived Christmas...
    2012/12/13
    I spent my first Christmas away from family and friends on this posting in 1958. The commissioned officers served our xmas dinners, turkey, roasted potatoes, and over cooked vegetables followed by  xmas pudding and mince pies. The white wine that was served was truly abysmal and resembled a not too classy white wine vinegar, undrinkable to most of us. One chap seemed to enjoy quaffing it and  ended up with several glasses which were donated by the more discerning drinkers. The next morning we found this individual sleeping it off in a monsoon ditch oblivious of the trail of ants tramping to  and fro across his body.
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  • Johnnie Remember Me

    Johnnie Remember Me
    2012/12/09
    Once settled in my new camp I was introduced to my dog, 'Johnnie' army number 5B75. (Oh yes every living thing in the British army simply had to have a number.)
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  • Joining the ship at Southampton

    Joining the ship at Southampton
    2012/12/07
    Shortly after returning to H.Q. I, along with hundreds of other bewildered looking soldiers from various regiments, was sent to Southampton to board the T.T. Dunera
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  • Never Volunteer

    Never Volunteer
    2012/12/04
    I was one of twentyfour young men from all over Britain and from a variety of backgrounds who found ourselves billeted in one large barrack room. I remember a gentleman farmer from Scotland, a painter and decorator from Liverpool and best of all, one John Hess from near London who declared that he was a 'clapper boy.' No one but him seemed to know what this was, but we had all paid attention to the lectures on V.D.
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