 44 bty were detailed off to staff the T.A. camp at Castlemartin, we erected tents by the hundred and slept in leaking Nissen huts. Some one found some ammo belts coplete with amo and took to climbiing onto the roofs and dropping live rounds down any smoking chimney. It made life interesting to say the least. I was on the range party which was detailed to operate the profile targets mounted od sledges, and also on the little railway at Flimstone bay. we named this "The Flimstone Fludger" and it kept derailing itself. we had to manhandle the carriage back onto the line about 6 times a day. we all ended up looking like bloody weightlifters, stil it was fun.At the Dock we sort of just ticked over until we went on schemes on The Brecon Beacons where it seemed to rain a lot.we laid miles of telephone cable and then spent two weeks keping it operative whilst other people seemed deteymined to bugger it up. Being hauled out of a nice warm dream to go and find the latest breakdown was not the best way to spend the night. Our segant was Jock Kyle, who later became BSM and later still beacame sgt again. The names I can still remember are, Jock Anderson,Ickey Ashe, Ron Ashe(both from Bristol, Charlie Cassie, Dagger Evans,Mick Geeelan,Ray Fox, Geordie McGinn, Ray Hooper, Geordue Shaw, Curly Worral, Tommy Kilcommons, Brummie Jordan,Ted Palmer, Ray Smith,(both,010 & 011) Jim Strode, Sgts Ron Scott, Paddy Heron,Nip Dawson and that's about it for now. Make my day, drop me a line.
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