Dating raf men
A page for members to post their memoirs for all to enjoy.Please contribute; it doesn't have to be your full life story, any reminiscences will be welcome, so if you've a tale to tell let's all be able to read all about it. A definitive work of this nature will, I suspect, reach a wider audience than might be imagined, because it will tell the tales of a group of largely unsung people compared with their counterparts.We were only there three days however, before being transported by train to a School of Recruit Training, in my case, RAF Wilmslow, in Cheshire.There, one’s attitude to life in the Real Air Force was shaped and formed until what seemed like no time at all, we were considerably fitter and smarter that when we arrived.
I may have been influenced even more in this regard by the fact that my ‘flight’ at Wilmslow didn’t take part in the usual Passing-out Parade, being whisked away for addition training for a full Military Funeral at Warrington for one of two RAF pilots killed in a flying accident.Later, with troubles arising in various African states, a squadron each of Beverly and Hastings aircraft became based there.I scrounged flights in all of them; loved flying especially when it was free.This meant a return to RAF Innsworth to be issued with even more kit, this time tropical uniforms although, despite RAF Eastleigh being smack on the equator, we had to take all of our existing kit with us, including greatcoats! I left Stanstead Airport on the 11th April 1958 on a civilian charter flight run by Skyways of London, in an Argonaut aircraft, bound for Malta, Benina in Libya, Khartoum in the Sudan, then Eastleigh itself.Eastleigh, at that time, was also Nairobi International Airport.