Hi,
Following on from my OT mention about the RAF always picking on me (Trailer fire pump).
When I was at RAF Weeton (Blackpool), I was sent out with a Bedford RL, to deliver rations to an RAF Mountain Rescue team looking for the pilot of a crashed jet fighter, in Cumberland. By the time I arrived, they had found the pilot ... he'd ejected over the Irish Sea.
When I was at RAF Sharjah (Dubai), I was sent out into the Buraimi (sp?) Mountains, again in a Bedford RL, to deliver a new tail to an aircraft that had flipped over when landing. About 65 miles of very soft sand, hard "washboard", and rock, going like stink in a Trucial Omen Scouts convoy. Visulise a dozen trucks doing 50mph, line abreast, each being chased by a long "rooster tail" of sand.
While I'm not objecting, in fact I enjoyed both trips, I have wondered why they picked on me? These were driving jobs, i was a mechanic/fitter.
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