There was one RAF policeman at Newton who used to do an external security check on our hangar every evening. As he passed by my window, he used to salute me at my desk. Always made me smile. He was the same one who charged himself for being late for duty.
We were more than a little concerned about the one who stole a sub imprest from an officer's locker during a overnight security check on our squadron hangar. Not so much because he nicked the cash, but because it was actually well hidden under a pile of the officer's soiled underwear, yum yum
