Hi,
Our first COs inspection of our RAF SAM site at RAAF Butterworth was by the Ozzy CO (accompainied by Hank, our UK CO who I mentioned before). He commented of some inhibiting grease of your office floor. My sergeant explained that we were still building up, and had to store vehicle parts in the office. They were usually covered in inhibiting grease.
The following month, it was Hank's turn to inspect. He commented on the spotless office floor. Sarge explained that it had only been ordinary grease, and cleaned off quite easily.
"I hope you are not trying to make a c*** out of me, Sergeant Clout!"
"I wouldn't dream of trying to make c*** out of you, Sir!"
"That's all right, then!"
RAF Sharjah (Dubai) A long story, but it ended in the middle of the night, in a forty bed billet. One of the boys came dashing into the billet, kicked off his flip-flops , dropped his shorts and jumped into bed, Seconds later, somebody else barged into the billet, knocked a chair over, which woke Fagin, the billet dog. Fagin did not like strangers at the best of times.
We were all woken by the kerfuffle.
Who's that?"
"I'm your Commanding Officer"
"Are you ****!"
Torches were lit, to reveal the CO, stark naked, using his towel to fight off the dog. A wonderful sight.
The perp, who had been challenged while climbing in through the CO's window, got 7 days in a cell... but they let him out after two days ... cells were air conditioned, while we had to work in high temperature and humidity.
The same CO was doing cookhouse duty ... wandering round the tables, asking if anyone had any complaints. He noticed something in breadcrumbs on somebody's discarded plate.
"What's wrong with that, Airman?"
" I thought it was fish, Sir!" (it was actually pork)
"Get me a knife and fork!"
Cutlery was brought, and CO tasted the offending morsel.
"There's nothing wrong with that. You shouldn't waste good food! The CO departed.
"B******! He ate my dog's dinner!"
It rained two days a year, at Dubai, but biblical proportions. For some reason, those in charge of such things sent us a huge Scammell 6x6 truck (not the usual recovery Scammell). If got stuck in a "puddle" on the way back from Dubai. It finished up being towed by a Scammel Explorer, which was being towed by an AEC Matador aircraft recovery tractor, only all three were stuck in the knee deep water.
Our new, young, CO came along to watch. One did not expect an officer to tell the driver of the big truck ... "You do realise Corporal ****, this might mean 75 years on bread and water? " ... while simultaneously hitching up one leg of his shorts, and taking a leak in the said knee deep water.
Happy daze!
We had a young rookie MT Officer arrive at RAF Faldingworth. He promptly called a meeting, and among other things, told us we could use the workshops to work on our own cars, outside working hours. It cost him nothing, but it immediately got everybody on his side. I hope he went far.
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