In 1978 I arrived at Shawbury and reported to the guardroom to enquire as to where I might be accommodated. I was told to come inside and they would sort it out. Whilst waiting by the Ord Sgt's desk I could hear the shouting of "Left,right,left,right,right wheel, left wheel left, right, left, right, mark time, halt!" in a very loud roar. Stood in from of the desk was a JT wearing a raincoat, minus buttons, a working blue shirt, not properly buttoned up with his face and hands covered in oil and grease, wearing shoes that had not seen polish for at least two years and the filthiest pair of trousers I have ever seen. (As a young LAC newly arrived from Swinderby I was suitably alarmed by all the noise). The shouting, roaring voice was the SWO. He turned to the Ord Sgt and said "Sgt, charge him!", "What with?" asked the Sgt. "EVERYTHING!!!!!!" screamed the SWO and stormed off.
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