Gib camp in 1982. A WO called Skard was with us; he'd been a rock ape for 22 years and retired as an SAC. When the rock squadron at Gib heard he was there, they sent signals round the world saying 'we've found him, he's here!'
Cyprus Camp 1986. The incoming camp following us were to be tented so we struggled to put up the campsite for them. After we departed (late because the Red Arrows were practicing and refused to allow our 737 to land) the 'new' camp spent one night, then were loaded onto a Hercules and sent home. The next night, the USAF bombed Libya. Every morning we had watched a TR1/U2 (which officially wasn't there) take off either in the direction of Libya or the direction of Lebanon.