Shabby
I spent two great tours at BFPO47 77/79 and 80/84 and made life long friends. Lost my left ear and a good mate in a prang outside the camp gates on my second stint. Many nights spent drinking wobbly down the rugby club or in town at the piano bar. Anyone out there know the whereabouts of Andy Queen? Strange bloke, always had a toothbrush in his flying jacket and a long Dr Who style scarf around his neck.