In 1955, posted to RAF Wahn, Travelled from Harwich to Hook of Holland on a troopship,which was very overcrowded. At about 5 am I went up on deck for some fresh air, the ship was at a standstill but there were lights twinkling in the distance, Holland, I thought and went scurrying down numourous steps to tell my mates. The five of us stood on deck feeling excited at the prospect of being in a foreign country when the ships tannoy crackled into life to inform us that the ship had broken down, we were just outside Harwich and would be returning that morning! We eventually went over the following night.
After living in freezing wooden huts in the UK Goch, where we went to first, was a paradise.