It was in darkest RAF Stanley in the winter of 1983 [obviously 6 months displaced from UK]. Apparently the coldest winter since WW2. My experiences at Waddo had prepared me for the worst.
It fell to me to collect, from the jetty in Stanley, a newly-arrived flt lt joining my sqn. It was well past sunset as we bumped through the deep snow and ice to the airfield, where he was given a coffee. He was then invited to don all possible clothing, pick up a shovel, and join the
entire stn out on the rw, chipping ice from the RHAGs to keep the airfield operational. The wind was so strong that people were being blown over on the ice, and the max anyone could keep going was about 1 hour.
Q remained flyable throughout ... probably.
Ahhh ... those were the days, when even the RAF were men!!
