Ahem, not all members of the Royal Air Force were allowed to abandon Ploce. The dark and shady forces of Avtur distribution, Tactical Supply Wing, hung around whilst the future Nigels and their batmen departed (sensibly it seems from later evidence) for less swampy pastures. I felt a little sorry for the wing's (at the time) token female (she of the scary knife collection for those in the know) for who 'female accommodation' was a 9x9 tent plopped on top of as many pallets as she could beg/borrow/steal to keep her boots from floating away and seemingly a few tons of sandbags dumped around the skirts to stop it blowing away.
The alarm bells really should have been ringing when construction started on the bunds for the EBFI and partially decomposed cattle parts and more worrying, something that looked suspiciously like blue asbestos, appeared by the scoopful in among the other assorted domestic waste.
Is it any wonder that when the site eventually closed the bund liners were just folded back into their bunds and buried?
On the sickness front, a guy who was on the wing at the time was later diagnosed with something pretty nasty (can't remember the name of it) but it was believed to have stemmed from his time at PDC, it ended his RAF career too. Oh and the smurfs may have kept some semblance of operational ability through the D&V but they were not well bunnies.