 My first introduction to Pembrock dock would have been July 1951 when I was posted from Melksham. I arrived laiden down with all my kit and as I left the railway station a civilian on a push bicycle offered to help me carry it to the station. Being some what green I was only to willing to have some assistance. He took my kit bag and placed it across the handle bars and off he pedled. I watch him disappear into the distance and then it suddenly struck me that he might not be all that he had seemed to be. I hurried after him but he soon disappear around the wall surrounding the station. I finally arrive at the guard room puffing and sweating to be met by a burley SP and I quickly explained that I had been post here and then I saw my kit bag safe and sound in the guard room. Was I relieved. I then asked who the scruffy looking individual was that had helped me. "Scruffy" the SP bellowed. "That laddy was your CO".
I hastile collected ny kit bag and made my way to SWO office where I went through the usuall proceedure when one arrived at a new station and finally told that I was to be billeted out side the station up on the hill overlooking the Dock. It was on the main road to Tenby but this time I managed to find transport to help me up the hill. The billet turned out to be ideal, no SPs, no guard room, in fact the only disadvantage was that it was a long walk to the cook house but no one seemed to mind that.
If I remember there was a radio transmitter on the site along with a portable aerial light house but it was a very pleasent spot, easy to catch the bus to Tenby on those warm summer days we were not at work. I did not spent a great amount of time there for I was soon posted down to the Dock but still outside the station. My new billet was to what I think was a part of the hospital that had been damage during the bombing and here I met Rodger Sage for the first time. He was lying on his bed althought it was only mid afternoon. I enquired what the NCO in charge was like. "NCO?" rodger sounded surprised. "We don't have one. I'm in charge"
Ridger had been serving it the Middle East when he had been diagnose with T.B. and sent home to a sanatorium to recover and this was his first posting after being told he was fit again although he was to only do light duties which was a passport to do nothing. Rodger and I became good friends both working in the I & E section. Ultermately I was found a bed inside the camp in one of the brick build blocks. It was the very last one near to the MT section and it housed most of the memebers of the electrical section at the time. My time at the dock was short lived for I was to return to Melksham on a link trainer course and then on to CCHQ at Northwood. I have not idea what happened to Rodger or all the others that I met there except for one, Don Cochran. Don hve just arrived back from the Far East and he would in time become my brother-in-law. I finally left Pembroke February 1952 but my new posiont meant that I visited there regularly over the next eighteen months when I finally left to go to university. | 
