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- SonOfADentist
- People in story:听
- Mary Fletcher (nee Jones)
- Location of story:听
- RAF Harwell
- Background to story:听
- Royal Air Force
- Article ID:听
- A2304073
- Contributed on:听
- 17 February 2004
Most of the time I was cooking for the Airman, but on this station I was cooking for the WAAFs.
The Sergeant in charge of us used to leave me in charge to open up (even though I didn't have an stripes or anything).
The WAAFs were billeted in married quarters; to get the key to open up we had to walk right across the station to the gates where the SPs (Special Police) were to get the keys.
We had had deep snow, about waist high; walking through the snow took some doing - the girls and I were laughing, but I realised how tired people could get in deep snow - we just felt like lying down!!
Eventually we got the key, but had to walk all the way back again, didn鈥檛 we?
We got to the mess cold and wet; we had to take some clothes off (couldn't take everything off!) and put our pinnies on and get on with the breakfasts. We were probably steaming, just like the lovely hot food!!!
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