FED (#10226),
...Confrontation was coming to an end...
Was on standby for that caper. They jabbed me for every tropical disease known to man except beri-beri and paid for one of the very last big, beautiful, blue and gold British Passports for me. Was wearing my RAF greatcoat for the photo, which rather contradicted my "profession" as stated inside ("Government Official"). Or words to that effect, as I know I've still got it somewhere, but can't find it now (happens a lot these days). The little red EU passport was a poor thing in comparison.
Was at Shawbury at the time, instructing at the Air Traffic Control School. But they didn't send me out, and managed without me. Just as well, as my Ayesha would've been livid. (I mean, who'll mow the lawn and walk the dog now ?) Perhaps, at 44 or so, I was judged a bit 'long in the tooth' to go back to the jungle.
Wiki shows us this. Were you on them ?
Danny.