Another memory I have of El Adem is of one night when I was on guard duty together with one of our corporals, Corporal Skipper if you remember him (I think he was from South London). We had just come off duty about 4 am in the morning when one of the other lads on guard duty opened and closed his rifle bolt and pulled the trigger. A bullet from his rifle went through the roof of the nissan hut in which the guards slept when off duty -- luckily it went from the inside to the outside and not vice versa!

Do you remember when we were all rudely awakened about 2 am one night when one hell of a row started in one of the 'henhuts' which was occupied by the MT section of 425 Signals? A couple of corporals on our MT section were having a real ding-dong --- one of them, If my memory serves me right, who was somewhat overweight for his height, used to collect the mail and dish it out to us by hand --- the second chap, of rather slighter build and with a strong Scottish accent, was laying into him with much vigour and, I should imagine, a good measure of alcohol. What a lot of sobbing, mingled with pleas for mercy filled the air!

A personal memory is of when the Vulcan aircraft was on the camp - I happened to be on guard-duty overlooking the Vulcan when I was approached by an individual in civies. I challenged him with 'Who goes there, friend or foe?' It happened to be the captain (whatever rank, I cannot remember) of the Vulcan, who happened to NOT have his identity card (1250) with him, and had to return with it before I let him pass. I was commended for my action by the CO!