Very mixed emotions
July the something 1969 Wattisham, the dreaded Princess M was coming to inspect and whatever.
I had drawn the short straw and selected to be on the guard of honour, we were dreading it.
Then in the midst of mayhem I was told to present myself to o/c admin? What, why, when, running through
my mind, ushered straight in to his office, sit down lad would you like a cigarette? Long story short, my father
had just died, presented with rail warrant and leave pass I ran, it's a long time ago now but I can honestly say
I was conflicted should I be sad or relieved, my only thought was quick, begone before someone cancelled it