Operation Ablaut (if memory serves). I was holding for the Thorney OCU and went as an 'extra' loadmaster as Lyneham was short of crews (!) and were carrying oodles of pax.
I was drinking Keo a few months back in Paphos Harbour and brought a bottle of Commanderia home - ah, nostalgia. I do like that way of life.
Ended up chatting to a lovely French evacuee lass sitting on the ramp with a coat on over her bikini! We corresponded for several months, but didn't go any further than that . . .
'Chatting' of course was a bit of a euphemism on Albert - more like yelling in each other's ear (but she smelled good).