My boss at RAF Det Salalah was a Wg Cdr ex-Javelin Nav ( Initials P G) he was an absolute corker - the troops loved him for 2 reasons:
He could drink more gin than any three of them and still stand up and speak clearly, even in the Wobbly Wheel Club..
When things were really hot and we had to turn round an RAF Herc within 30 mins, he would take his shirt off and hump pallets alongside the SAC movers.
He was replaced by a complete w..... (rhymes with Banker) who immediately destroyed all the morale and loyalty that P G had built up, but that's another story.
He (P G) went to HQ Stc doing some numpty job then Fylingdales as the CO, I think, with a rather lovely WRAF Sqn Ldr in tow.
He used to build amazing dolls houses with fantastic miniature furniture. He's probably dead by now because of the gin. But I loved him.
Rgds SOS
Last edited by SOSL; 17th Dec 2012 at 12:52.
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