The Wire Article From May to June 1969  

 

 

 

 

 

An unusual occurrence

There it was, happily sitting on the MT Square (at the top end as we now know), minding its own business and causing no one any harm. Then, during one of those eerie, quiet spells, when there is no one about, it started to move. Imperceptibly, it seems, for neither the petrol point nor the guard room saw it pass. Nevertheless, it gathered momentum and finally arrived outside the window of S.S.M. Waterworth, who having no camera handy, dutifully recorded the incident with pen and brush.

Flaps Abroad . . . If there is one thing that service in the Strategic Reserve will do, it is to improve your geography. When the Anguilla ‘affair developed in the middle of March, the only people we could find who professed a knowledge of its whereabouts were a few dedicated stamp collectors, and a gentleman with an expensive g complexion, who subsequently admitted he was confusing it with the place that pink stuff comes from that you put in gin (in fact he was not at all far out).

It was hardly surprising, therefore, that when Second-Lieutenant Ambrose finally got away with ‘his squad’ (as our local paper called them), it was some time before we could get confirmation that they had got further than Devizes (or was it Fairfield or Brize Norton), and even longer before we found out just what they were up to. Even now, all we know is that they are on Anguilla, and (judging from their demands) are doing the job they were sent out to do.

 
                                                         
 

. . . and at home

When the 1,265 foot television mast at Emley Moor collapsed in the middle of March, the B.B.C. were in a spot. For although they shared the original, its temporary successor would not be able to take the full load, and their rivals would be back in business first.

Situated as we are, half-way between the Archers and Percy Thrower, who more natural to call upon than the loyal 14th Regiment. However, While Installation Troop were still working out the financial implications of a licence-free year, or some such reward, the deal fell through. For, as any duty officer could have told them – “Many are called, but few are chosen.”