Bond’s tale of the BEAVERS FIRST RE-UNION JANUARY 1965
memory of the event is a little hazy, but I do remember some of the people who
Hardwick, Jimmy Irvine (RIP), George
Bond and I would
guess that there were another 15 or thereabout.
arrived at Wagga the night before the reunion day;
found ourselves beds in our old apprentice brick blocks; drank many cans of
beer that night, apparently throwing the empty cans on the front lawns.Next day we headed to the Advance Australia
Hotel to attempt a session.Sometime late that afternoon we decided to take Jacky Hardwick back to
camp.He was non-compus
(very tired).We got onto the base OK,
put Jack to bed, we all had a clean-up ready to
continue our session.A civilian friend
of mine from Sale was with us.I was upstairs with Mike Churchin, BodgeVerney, Jimmy Irvine and
others, when I heard some noise happening downstairs.After a quick look-around, I realised my friend (civilian) Jeff was fighting with an
apprentice.After that occurrence I
notified the boys that we should bolt.
waiting downstairs I decided to clean up the empty beer cans from the night
before.Would you believe while doing so
the Orderly Officer noticed me with beer cans in my hands.Naturally he asked me what I was doing, naturally I told him that I was cleaning up some mess
left by others.He was obviously in
doubt about my sobriety and motives, so he parted my ID card from me and said
to stay there until he returned.Why he
left his car parked near me and walked to the SGT'S Mess has got me
stuffed.I went back upstairs and told
the Beavers what had happened and appealed to them to get their sweet little arses off the base immediately.NO, NO, it may be a better idea if we disable
the Orderly Officers car.Not a wise
move!!! Who's ID card does the Orderly Officer have in his possession,
"all the bullshit in the world was not going to allow me to explain to the
Orderly Officer that all of his car tyres deflated by
an engineering term called "spontaneous deflation" attributed to a
phenomenon only associated with atmospheric conditions at RAAF Base Wagga.He gave me
the benefit of my technical confusion so we struck up a deal.If we are off the Base in five minutes there
would be no further action taken.
BodgeVerney took this message very seriously.The Orderly Officer meant five minutes NOT FIVE SECONDS.He
did not say we could drive at 100 MPH.After we
were about to be nabbed at the guard gate, we discover that Bodge
could drive in reverse at very high speeds.After driving around the Officers married quarters and combining our
strategies, we decided not to drive through the boom gate, we decided to drive
very, very slowly and maybe the guards would not notice us, WRONG, WRONG.After intense questioning (I am not allowed
to say slapping as it is against the Geneva Convention) it was obvious we were
headed for the slammer.I always thought
FSGT Bailey was a reasonable man; at about I was having doubts about my assessment of
him.To end a long story four Beavers
were charged with:
·being under the influence of alcohol;
·assisting a group of RAAF personnel deflate the Orderly
be honest, I thought that we all were too pissed to deflate anything except our
bladders.The CO in his wisdom decided
that it was too hard to prove that we were under the influence of alcohol,
regardless of our constant attempts to convince him that we were pissed as
parrots, drunk as skunks, molly the monk.Not our CO, he wasn't going to be lied to again so he dropped the
charge.However, to this day I am not
sure who actually let the tyres down.Four Beavers get 14 days CB.
his summary the CO stated that he wanted to discourage other intakes from
coming back to Wagga and using the base as their
home.Our behavior may have been bad but
our intentions were good.George asks
that any Beaver who can add to these details, to please do so.
and Mick Churchin's recollections of the event
I had actually forgotten about this incident until you sent me
George's saga, and then it came back vividly to me.George seems to have covered the details very
well and there is nothing more I can add.
I managed to escape any disciplinary backlash as I think I'd gone
to the dunny when the Orderly Officer appeared on the
scene. I do recall though that I was horrified when I came back and
noticed his car tyres had been let down --- I think
George was trying to get him to look on the funny side of what happened
!!!.Everything sort of went downhill
A tale about Peter
in Butterworth in about 1967, Pete had an old Vauxhall car as the means of
transport for him and his great mates at the time, Butch Hocking and Jim Feutrill, both from 14 course.All of us singlies
up there on Sabre aircraft at the time lived in the
same block.As singlees
on Butterworth, our favourite watering hole was the Boatie (The RAAF Butterworth Yacht Club).One night, these intrepid three were
returning from the Boatie with more than a little
booze on board and as they drove up the road to the base from the Boatie, they came up behind another singlee,
one Bill “Slim” Machonachie, who was slowly weaving
his way up the road on his bicycle. Pete, with some encouragement from Butch
and Jim, drove up close behind Slim so that he bumped the rear wheel of the
bike with the bumper bar of the car.This provoked a waving fist, a curse and a glance over the shoulder by
Slim to those in the car and great mirth amongst those in the car.This was fun!Another couple of bumps provoked the same response too much more
hilarity in the car.Finally, Pete
bumped the bike too hard and Slim fell off and Peter
drove straight over the top of him.Luckily all Slim suffered were acres of missing skin, a couple of
bruises and a wrecked bike.The worst
part for Slim (about 6’3” tall) was the scabs when formed a couple of days
later, all hurt so much that for a couple of weeks after he couldn’t straighten
his body or any limbs.He crept around
like a 5’ tall preying mantis and every time he saw Peter, shaking a fist at
him and saying ‘#*&%$@#$ Ashworth, I’m gonna kill
you” but even he can laugh about it now.
John Bone’s tale.
small group of us, from memory, Mick Churchin, Kevin
Esposito, Jim Irvine, Speedy Forknall, Dave Comber
and me, in about 1962 had cooked up a plan that involved going over to the end
of the runway after dark and laying down at the end of the strip to watch the
civilian airline, an old DC3, take off towards and over the top of us.Bloody magic, we all thought, and everything
went great until one night, instead of taxiing up to the other end of the
strip, the plane came straight towards us with it's landing lights shining brightly
on half a dozen shit-scared Appys trying to dig as
deep as possible into the ground behind the cone markers.
no avail however, as in the distance we heard the sound of a fire tender
bounding across the grass towards us.I
don't know who broke first, but we all soon ran across the airfield, over the
railway line and fence into the adjoining farm, where the tender couldn't get
us, and they gave up.
relieved, we were walking back through the pitch black night, when Espo tripped over a previously happily sleeping cow!
think we gave it up after that
A Tale from John Gorrie
tale I remember dates from Ubon days in Thailand and features both Ron Ramsay and Keith Every.Dennis Stringfellow
and Keith Row may have also been present.A trip had been planned for a Saturday by those of us in 79Sqn to visit
a statue of a Golden Buddha some 40 - 50 miles up country from Ubon.Ron was one of
the truckies in Base Sqn
and he’d drawn the short straw to be the driver for the day.It was also at the start of the Water
Festival in Thailand, a time when you don’t go anywhere without expecting to be
drenched with water and where you also go prepared to give as good as you get -
all in good fun.The trip was to leave
at about but when we were ready to leave, there was no sign
of Keith Every and no one knew where he was so we
waited for him.At about 10.00am, Keith
literally staggered in, just arriving home from a night in town on the turps and in no real state to go on the trip with us but he
insisted and got on the truck as he was.The trip soon turned into a nightmare for poor old Ron.The weather was hot and vehicles at Ubon normally never did more that 5 or 10 miles at a
time.This time, some 15 miles up the
track we came to a stop with a heat caused fuel vapour
lock. That then persisted every 10 to 15 miles until Ron was able to wrap a rag
around the line and soak it with water.All the while Keith was in really fine form and annoying the life out of
everyone and making a real nuisance of himself and
like the rest of, imbibing more booze.We eventually made it to the Golden Buddha and did our sightseeing and
on meeting at the truck to go on to a lake for lunch, there was no sign of
Keith.Since his presence to that time
had not been pleasant, no one wanted to look for him so we left without
him.After lunch, some sightseeing at
the lake and refilling our rubbish bins full of water again for the return trip
home, we set off down the road for Ubon.While heading home we all thought that Keith
would have to do some quick sobering up if he was to have any chance of getting
back to Ubon in time for work on Monday.We were all stunned when on arriving back at Ubon, there was Keith waiting for us, still the worse for
wear and hell-bent on getting into us for going off and leaving him stuck up
country from where he had to hitch hike back with some truck driver.How he got back as quickly as he did in his
condition and given the remote locality and language problem, I don’t think
even Keith would know to this day.
A tale about ‘Sammy’ Walters
Weall remember Kevin ‘Sammy’ Walters and his
flying deeds at Wagga, i.e., the Chipmunk crash - not
his fault, flour bombing us on our Bivouac, low flying and buzzing the Wagga beach and being grounded.Well in the late ‘70s, I went gliding with an
old ex-RAAF mate (Tom Gilbert for those who may have known him) at Camden airport and who was the tug pilot - none other than
our Sammy!Tom had also been at Wagga during the time of Sammy’s exploits but didn’t know
him and had never associated his tug pilot with those events.Sammy and I recognized one and other but,
after his past, I thought he may have been flying under another name and wasn’t
too sure how I should address him.However, all was well, he wasn't using an alias and we had a good tug up
and a good glide.These days Sammy
operates his own aerial spraying business in South East Queensland.
A tale from Mike Churchin
One hot Sunday summers day in our first year at Wagga, "George" Bond, me,
"Bodge" Verney and
a couple of other residents of Hut 107 North somehow came into possession of a
dozen stubbies of VB beer.After intense deliberation about where we
should go to drink them we decided that the best place would be the haystack at
the rear of the gun butts ---no one would find us there.
We climbed to the top of the stack (about four metres
off the ground) and with our backs to the gun butt wall and a panoramic view of
the living area we "got stuck into the grog".Perhaps it was the heat of the sun or maybe
that we were not seasoned drinkers but within about ten minutes we were all
Someone woke up eventually and roused the others.It was pitch black and cold, and we obviously
had missed dinner --- although none of felt the least inclined to food as we
were experiencing our first hangovers.
We then discovered that George Bond was missing and on peering over the
edge of the haystack saw him spread-eagled on the ground below -- how could
anyone survive a fall of four metres without serious injury !!!We
scrambled down to the ground and found George still alive but moaning
horribly.We picked him up and started
racing him to the sick quarters, when all of a sudden he threw up over us.
George then struggled free and started to abuse us terribly ---
what sort of mates would throw a bloke off a high haystack and then when he was
in the throes of a terrible hangover pick him up like a bag of spuds and bounce
him along the ground at a fair rate of knots??
We then had a good look at George and found that apart from his
vile temper he was unharmed.They reckon
that God looks after drunks but I reckon that afternoon when George decided to
take a walk, He plus all the archangels were keeping a good eye on our
We never went back to the haystack again to drink beer.
A tale about Warren
of you might remember that Warren
Dickson was a fan of
Phantom comics. Well he’s taken that a bit further these days and in recent
years has been a contributor to the Phantom Diary that is produced commercially
each year. Last year he did it on his own and was the publisher of the 2000
diary. This has seen him inducted in recent years, as a member of the Phantom
Club of Australia.
Another tale from Mike Churchin
There was another incident involving George Bond and me that occurred six years after
our graduation from Wagga and may also be of
In mid-1967 I was serving at No 35 Sqn, VungTau (Caribous), in South Vietnam.No 2 Sqn (Canberras)
had recently been deployed to Phan Rang about 200 or
so kilometres up the coast from our base.
My old mate, George Bond, was with 2 Sqn and I was keen to have
a few beers with him.I asked my boss if
I could have some time off to jump on the weekly 35 Sqn
milk run to Phan Rang, which left early in the
morning and returned the next day --- he reluctantly agreed, but emphasised that I better be back the next day.
Well, the few beers turned into a bit of a marathon effort and
about two in the morning I decided to call it quits and asked George if he had
an alarm clock to wake me, as I had to be on the flight line at 0600 to catch
the Caribou back to VungTau.George said ---" No worries I will get
one of the Airfield Defence Guards (ADGs) to give you a shake about 0500"
My next recollection is waking up with a thumping headache and the
noise of Caribou engines starting.Quickly dressing I raced to the flight line to see the Caribou
disappearing towards VungTau.It took me two days of flying in various USAF
aircraft to get home and I walked straight into a Charge Form.My punishment was two weeks on night duty
On night when I had a spare minute I sent George a message asking
him why I was not woken as promised.George replied saying that there had been an incident with the Viet Cong
trying to breach the perimeter fence and his ADG mate was otherwise
engaged.He added --- "never mind,
next time you come I'll buy an alarm clock for you !!!
In graphic terms I told him what he could do with his alarm clock !!!
Mike Chuchin's reminiscing of Chester George
old Chester, he was with us as an appy
for only a short time, but I reckon I knew him as well as anyone.The day we were sworn in at RushcuttersBay in Sydney, we were given rail warrants and told to get on a
train that left late in the day.Chester, myself and some others (I
think Randy, Jim Windsor and Peter Burman) had about
four hours to spend and Chester suggested that we visit some of his mates so that
he could say goodbye.
we did was to visit pool halls in back streets which were populated by deadbeats
--- they were Chester's mates alright and most of them gave him a
farewell of ---"when you get paid send me the money you owe me, ya bastard".
the time came to catch the train we walked up the ramp to Central Station and
out of the blue a big flat-footed copper confronted us and said --- " I've had a complaint about you blokes swearing, now
which one of youse is it?" I knew it wasn't me
as I was a good ChristianBrothersCollege boy, but then nobody else owned up either!!!
copper said --- "I don't care how long we stay here, but we will until
someone owns up " At this stage we had about five minutes to catch the
train and I had visions of my Air Force career being very short lived.Still none of the others stepped forward and
furthermore, they didn't appear to give a rat's arse
whether they missed the train or not.Finally, in desperation I said to the copper -- "
it was me."He gave me the
biggest belt across the ears that it lifted me off my feet and nearly deafened
me.The copper said --- " now piss orf and don't ever
let me see you around here again "We scrambled to the train just in time and what really pissed me off was
that Chester and the others laughed like buggery at me for
owning up !!!
trip to Wagga was a real eye-opener for me as
somewhere along the way Chester obtained a bottle of scotch and him and the others
got pissed and raucous --- luckily we were in a dog box with no other
passengers around.I couldn't believe
that these blokes were about the same age as me (15 years) yet they were miles
more street-wise than was I.
the really funny incident with Chester happened previously, when we were going through our
initial medical examination at RushcuttersBay.We had
lined up in the medical room, Chester was first in line and I was second.The Doc said --- " boys, I want you to
come forward, turn around, drop your trousers, bend over and spread your
cheeks".Without hesitation Chester went forward, turned around, dropped his trousers,
bent forward and stuck a finger in each side of his mouth, and SPREAD HIS CHEEKS !!! What a spectacle, the whole room fell about
laughing and it was only the stern and loud intercession by one of the NCO
Medical Orderlies that restored sanity.
old Chester, it was a shame that he left Waggaso early as I'm sure he had a character that would
have elicited many more funny stories.
NB: re the inclusion of Peter Burman
in this tale.Mike's recollections are a
little out.Pete Burman
was a QLDer and came down on the train a day later.JG can recall Pete B using a cut-throat razor
to have a shave as the train rocked and swayed its way around the HawkesburyRiver part of the line.This was a time when, like most others, JG still hadn't started to shave
and using a cut-throat razor would never have been contemplated and was totally
remembers Beetle Bailey
first we arrived in Wagga, everything was very
strange the entire system was some-what unknown, especially to a boy like myself of fifteen and a few months.I didn't realise
that a group of us could get around like a " bunch of pregnant
prawns" and that we would be baited and yelled at by some ADI's who obviously couldn't treat their wives and kids
like that at home.
perhaps some of my fondest memories are of our after hours life, when we were
not doing panics, being abducted by the Tulips to do theirs, or having to find
my clothing for the endless kit inspections.Although after all these years I can't
remember the number of the hut that we lived in , we were all three flight and
we had made it to the top of Greasy's flag pole a
number of times.In our hut resided some
characters never to be forgotten amongst them were, Frip
Brown; John West; Randy Stone; Johnny Rouse; Peter Maksymczuk
(he came later), and others I am not trying to be rude to exclude.One of the names that I haven't included in
this list is Beetle Bailey, because he was one of the first dropouts, but it is
Beetle that I am writing about.
always had his hair brushed back in the current fashion, short on top and long
brushed back sides- it was called a 'duck tail' as I recall.He had a beautiful mane and spent many hours
in front of the mirror grooming himself with a curry comb.The fact that Beetle obviously was proud of
his hair didn't escape the attention of our ADI's.Daily we
were removed one by one from the ranks and taken to 'Bones the Barber', his
only joy in life was shearing recruits and he was a happy man in those
days.Well this went on for some time-
it seemed to us all that perhaps Beetle and Randy had something special going
for them, but then Randy was dragged off one day leaving a Beetle a very
glaring example to all of us of our former pride.Then one day the ADI stopped behind Beetle, and said, "Beetle I
think its time for a haircut."Well
Beetle was dragged forlornly from the parade ground and when we next saw him he
looked like a spring lamb and a very sorry one at that.Apparently he was taken to the barbers shop
and made sit to await Bones's pleasure, who
approached him from behind rubbing his hands gleefully- declaring, "I've
been waiting for you".
time Beetle had bought himself a new electric heater and on those cold winter
nights and days in Wagga, he could be seen sitting on
the edge of his bed warming himself.We
were out one particularly cold evening and as we walked into the hut we could
smell a fire and running to the end of the room ( where Beetles bed space was )
there sat Beetle reading a newspaper the bottom which was in flames, along with
the shipping box for the heater in which he was in the habit of propping up the
all remember the church parades on Sunday mornings, we had been to the movies
on Saturday night leaving Beetle at home reading and getting some beauty
sleep.When we returned at around the hut was in darkness and we were all undressing
with our lights on and I guess not being too thoughtful of Beetle asleep.After a while we heard "
what time is it? ", one of us replied " It's Beetle, you'd better hurry, you're going to be late
for church parade."It took a few
minutes of grumbling and the rest of us slowly redressing before Beetle gets
up, wraps his towel around himself and heads out the door, remarking "how
come it's so dark still?"Everyone
tore off their clothes, into pajamas and into bed, turning off the lights.
Beetle returned about fifteen minutes later with "You bastards think you're
smart don't you."
know that I can't recall precisely when Beetle Quit- I know that it was within
the first year. I have written these paragraphs not to belittle him, but to
remind those who don't recall him, about how he was.
Graduation Day 1963
Three years it took us to
get to that day
Boys from the bush and the city and coast Finding new family in the group we became
Through study, and play and thirty-bob pay.
Raked gravel parade ground Ringed with pine trees.
Practice and practice till perfect we grew,
Ready at last for the task we all knew
Out ninety-nine marched
with chests so proud.
Eyes-right at quick march And arms at the slope
Then Greensleeves, much slower the next turn about
That night at the Ball in
hangar adorned With colours and crepe and hopes partly borne
Papers awarded and honours bestowed
We finished three years and then all were gone.
But something else
happened during those years
Bonds of mateship started as boys Have endured and united us for decades that last
Till one is left standing with memories of the past.
Ray Ashton reminisces on first year
of my recollections of that era was looking at the end of someone's thumb after
it had hit the face of a 12" grinding wheel. Very much the appearance of a
freshly cut onion, it had. Could have been Rap Paterson..(Warren
Dickson has admitted
that he is the star of this tale)
Still on the topic of grinding, who was it
tried short cutting the filing work on an aluminium
block, and demolished the 8" bench grinder -wheel, guard, tool rest and
shaft? All that, and no personal injury except a blanched face and a well
kicked arse? (Apparently, Graham "Feathers"
Peacock was the star of this little incident)
That first year of basic fitting, with
cocoa brought up from the mess when the temperature was umpteen below freezing,
lives well in my memory box.
Most would remember Greasy Lelliott's bicycle with its permanently flat tyres.
Another one from John Bone
always comes as a bit of a shock to learn that another of us has died, and with
Rocky Hill, who I'm pretty sure was a "Framie"
that means we've lost three, Adrian Forknall(Speedy),
Jim Irvine and now Rocky. Thinking back, we were pretty lucky to not lose a few
more, one event comes to mind, which some may recall; it goes a bit like this;
Dave Comber was learning to fly at Wagga Flying Club
and we decided one weekend to rent the Piper Tripacer
(VH-WFC) that he was flying and a few of us would go
shooting on the property of a farmer that someone new. There was a small grass
strip on his farm and apparently lots of rabbits, kangaroos etc, so we flew out
and found the strip without to much trouble.It went up one side of a small hill and down
the other side, finishing at a fence with a good stand of gum trees on the
other side. Dave made his approach correctly with a notch of flaps or two and
touched down on the up-hill side and started to brake, only to discover that
the grass was wet and the tyres had nothing to grab
onto. Over the top of the hill we went and down the other side with the fence
and trees getting bigger all the time.Our pilot saved the day however, as he selected flaps up, applied full
throttle and the little blue and white plane clambered her way back into the
air. The trees rushed past just below us and we decided that shooting could
wait for another day, and flew back to Forest Hill.A post flight inspection revealed gum leaves
caught in the undercarriage.I can't
recall who the others were, but Dave will remember.
By Waynie Poo
There’s blight upon the country,
that’s really quite degrading
Invented by God and the
bureaucrats to stop their jobs from fading
A nasty imposition that has now
been put in force
It’s become an obligation to
bloody retire of course.
There are courses by the hundred
to improve your retirement education
It’s now become essential that
you get financial accreditation
You will need that piece of paper
or you’ll be in strife
The pot belly and grey hair
you’ve been growing all your life.
Take retiring, that’s something I
For believe me, I have thought
about this beast
From grandkids to mothers, I can handle
with appropriate tension
How I wish for the old days
before my pension
Just ask those who know me if I
From 2 year olds to mothers in
law, I’ve tried to reciprocate
Now that I’m over the age of and ten
It seems in this new era that I
have to learn again.
I’ve studied on grandchild care,
learnt how to peel lollipops
Work shop health and safety, I’ve
been to those workshops
From nappies to wrong foodstuffs
is something I now understand the bull
For being a grandparent you learn
how to be devious, and spoil in full
My business has been sold and is
suffering because of general lack of care
He doesn’t do it my way so all my
effort and ability seem to be in need of repair
You might think me lazy but that
simply is not true
I would go to work tomorrow but
there’s another golf course to do.
The wife would like to see me
only for the lawn I have to mow
And she would like to get me to
teach some flower to grow
My wife doesn’t miss me cause I’m always telling her how to disrobe
She usually then tells me there’s
another golf course I need to probe
I miss those days of the old
haystack behind the stop butts on panic nights
I wonder if the Tumbarumba
express still flows through with all its might.
The drunken cat, Vampires on
parade grounds will always be a memory to hold
I wonder what old Dexter would
think of us now, if we ever told
A POTTED HISTORY OF THE BEAVERS
This section is reserved for each Beaver to
tell hisa own story of what happened to him after he
left Wagga.Edach Beaver has been asked to completet
a 500 word brief on his own story since completeing
the first three years of his engineering apprentice ship at RAAF Base WaggaWagga.
Family:Still very happily married since 66, two boys
Bradley 27, Ian 24, both unmarried.Brad
has started his own small company specialising in Neuro Linguistics, (NLP),[fancy
name for how you are and can be programmed by language]. Ian graduated last
year with a BSc Aviation and is now going down the
NLP track.We are very proud of their
achievements and credit them with only causing only a few grey hairs.
wife, is still a course junkie and teaching permanently. She now is completing
a Fine Arts degree specialising in photography; this
is tied to the small photographic business she has started ,
mainly landscapes and nature. So far she has been very successful with two
pictures hanging in the SydneyMaritimeMuseum,
my part in this is to carry the bags, Why you ask,
well I am waiting for the day when she gets a commission to photograph someone
like EL. I can dream cantI.Me - after
departing in 81, I had 12 mths building my keel boat
called Yum Yum, named by Elaine because it kept
gobbling up money. After launching I , like all males
, started to get under Elaine's feet and she suggested I go to uni and get some other qualifications. Completed my Bed IA
in 86 , joined the Dep't Education in 87, They told me
if I want a job I had to 'GO WEST'they
forgot to tell me how far . Ungarie was the place in
RED DIRT country a CentralSchool catering for children
from kindergarten to year 10 High School.
three years teaching Industrial Arts to the HS students and due to Air Force
training I was fortunate enough to be offered the Principals job at Tulligibeal 40 km further west The task was to trial a mode
of distance education for year 11/12 students using interactive computers
,modem, phones ,faxes and photocopiers.
5 years at Tulligibeal the red dust and lack of
salt-water reaction kicked in and I asked for a transfer. We have returned
home, live in our own house and the boat now looks as if someone owns it.
should bring you up to date. as the man said, ain't life great.
A61255 Sgt. Allan Attwood:My posting out of Wagga was to MTRS Laverton where I first encountered
the big yellow machinery that took me from motor transport to earthmoving and
marine diesels.It was in Melbourne that I met Josephine Mary English who is my marriage
partner to the present day.
I requested and
received a posting to 35 SSN Williamtown in ’65 to gain experience in diesels.The position was maintenance and operation of
the power supply to the SAM missiles.I married
Josephine in 66 and we had our first child, Allan Jeffery Attwood a year later.
Jeff is now on his second hitch in the RAAF at Amberley.
In 67 I remustered and relocated to 5ACS Tindal as a Works Fitter where our daughter Kristy Lee was
born. Kristy is now an Audio Visual Technician working in Brisbane. While at Tindal I played Rugby League and Basketball for the
RAAF and started a long love affair with dirt bikes that eventually had me
wearing the number 3 plate for North
Queensland at the age of
1971 saw the finish
of construction for Tindal and a posting to Amberley to do the overlay job
there where I took a break from bikes and started a stint at speedway sedans
and eventually a season in hot rods partly sponsored by Ron Wanless
After the completion
of the Amberley job we rejoined the rest of the squadron at Exmouth, which
turned out to be the final chapter in the history of ASC for the RAAF. Exmouth
has what is most probably the best snorkelling country in Australia and I spent
a lot of time in the water there with the locals as well as dirt bike racing
and many hours spent in the in the pubs playing bass guitar with a combination
of RAAF and civvy musicians
In 75, ACS, along with other ADF groups was disbanded and I remustered to Marine Craft Fitter in Williamtown. I spent 3
years in Newcastle on the 63 foot SAR(search and
recovery) boats before being posted to Townsville in 78 to serve on MV
Waranawho’s prime role was SAR and
Combat Survival support.
I continued to dive
here but even the Barrier Reefdidn’t compare to the waters off
Exmouth and I drifted into blue water sailing and moonlighting at the local
slipways as a metal fabricator and engine room fitter. At about this time the
civvy life was starting to look pretty good and Josephine and I decided our
“free” time was best spent on construction of Kristy-J, a 42 steel cruising
motor sailer. We launched and applied for discharge at about the same time in
83, taking the discharge in Townsville where the kids were established in
school and our real estate investments were located.
After discharge I
established Attwood Marine Fabrications and spent most of my work time
contracting to Townsville Slipways and Rosshaven
Marine primarily doing engine room fit outs but also steel and aluminium boat
construction.During 86 Josephine and I
dropped out of the workforce for 6 months while we cruised the North Queensland
coast getting used to not working too hard.
When we returned from
sailing and a life of idleness I found the work pace on the waterfront too much
and took a job at JamesCookUniversity as a technician in fine arts and theatre. With minimal
skills and a fast mouth I was able to maintain and improve my lot as a public
servant over the next 14 years until I retired from my position as Senior Tech
in the COMVAT faculty. During this period I retired from racing dirt bikes and
amazingly took on drug free bodybuilding. I still can't figure why I stayed
with such a crazy sport but finishedin 94 as runner up in the Queensland
Masters. Still looking for action I played B grade beach volleyball for the
next 3 years but eventually retired through an accumulation of injuries from
over the years.
In June 2000 Jo and I
both retired from our positions at the uni and relocated to the SunshineCoast. Jo took to retirement better than I did but I wasn’t long
in catching up. I worked a few months as a ding fixer for a local surfboard
manufacturer before backyarding for a while then
tossing the lot to concentrate on doing as little as possible for as long as
possible. I now spend my time surfing long and short boards at my local break
off Moffat beach and silver smithing that doesn’t
earn a lot but keeps the women in my life onside.
Where to start? I haven't been
very good at corresponding to any newsletters and apologise for being so slack.
Since leaving the RAAF in 1981 I worked in my own business in Richmond
(Picture Framing and Arts & Craft which I had bought in 1976) until 1990
I separated from my wife, Lynne, and leaving her with this, I branched out into
Typesetting in Penrith.
I married for the second time and built a house at BowenMountain. I sold the Typesetting
business in 1994 and bought a Concrete Agitator and Contract with Pioneer
Concrete which I worked until 1st April
2005 and have now retired,
although I do a little Typesetting locally justto keep my hand in and for a little spending
money. With the change in life style also bought about another separation and
am looking maybe for a 3rdS
I know this is very brief I have had a fulfilling life to date and my health is
still good so should continue for a little longer. I have bought a caravan and
a 'tinnie' and am heading off in late summer to 'discover' Australia
and hope to link up with friends on the way. Motto: I won't make plans S so
nothing can go wrong - I
borrowed this from Spike Milligan.
I will be attending the reunion and will bring my van so will book into one of
the parks soon.I really appreciate the
work you and JG do for us lazy Beavers and enjoy every email I get.
Regards to all and will see you at the reunion,Mike Berryman
I worked hard at getting a discharge from the RAAF in the
late 1960’s and started work soon after as an Instructor with the RAN at HMAS Nirimba at Quakers Hill. Whilst their I
completed the Higher School Certificate and enrolled in a Diploma of Mechanical
Engineering at what was then the NSW Institute of Technology.
I was married at the time and needed more income so
transferred across to the RAN Fleet Air Arm Aircraft Maintenance and Repair
Branch as a Senior Technical Officer. After completing the Diploma I was
promoted to Engineer Grade 2 level and stayed until 1980. I had an interesting
time with them. I was on the team that brought the Sea King Helicopters into
service and went to Westland’s in the UKfor training. There was
a lot of other RAAF blokes there as well as myself; Jack (Spud) Murphy who some
may recall as CO of 2AD, Eric (Wingnut) Hibbs, former
FSGT at Richmond , and Ron (Lucky) Luscombe ex WOE also from Richmond. I worked for a total of 20 years with the Defence Dept,
both as a serviceman and civilian
Around this time, my first marriage broke up and not
satisfied with that amount of change, I left the RAN and took up a position
with Caltex Oil Australia responsible for the operations of their aircraft refuelling
services around Australia and Fiji. This was a great job, with plenty of travel, and I enjoyed
it very much. I was subsequently promoted to manage one of their major fuel
storage terminals and commenced my shift from the aircraft industry to the
petrochemical industry where I’ve been ever since.
In the early 1980’s I met, courted and married my wife
Kathleen who is beautiful beyondmy dreams. After twenty years together
we are still very much in love and are also best mates. Kath and I live in Concord where we’ve been for about 15 years. I have a son and daughter
from my first marriage and they both have two children each, so I’m a proud
Grandad and Kath is a much loved Granma.
I left Caltex after about ten
years with them and set up my own business as an Engineering Consultant. The
first year was pretty hard with a lot of marketing and a lot of knock backs,
but gradually work started to flow and its been good to us ever since. I
wouldn’t have it any other way.
Work we’ve done included rebuilding CoodeIsland after the fire in 1991, our first big break, and then a
Design/Construct of a new petroleum storage terminal at Port Botany. We are
currently working with a Saudi Arabian company to build another terminal on the
Red Sea coast.
Retirement was initially interesting, but as I’m enjoying
the challenges still, I think I’ll keep going for a bit longer, although we
plan on shifting up to the Southern Highlands soon. With modern communications
I can run the business from anywhere.
Other Beavers I’ve kept in contact with over the years have
been Flynn Henry, who has been agood
mate and drinking companion and Mick Churchin, who,
whilst living in Melbourne has maintained the friendship we forged at RSTT all
those years ago.”
In preparing our Beavers master
listing, one member has always been
forgotten, and that was Cpl Boxer, our course mascot. Forgotten that is
until a couple of months ago, when the following arrived on the net: "CPL BOXER - THE FORGOTTEN BEAVER In the process of gathering details and
any historical information about
the Apprentices in general and the Beavers in particular, one of the items
that is often overlooked, and in fact have found nothing about, is the
history and fate of our apprentice mascot, which was a dog (breed??),
All I can recall is that at the end of our three year apprenticeship,
Boxer had been promoted to CPL, and handed
over to the next intake. I
recall that Kevin Gurney was his (her??) official handler and did the
handover ceremony, during which someone stood on Boxer's paw, but I didn't
know what happened to him after that.
A61254Brian Camp Ex
Wagga Wagga1963 to present
481 Sqn Sabre Vampire Maintenance Flight
76 Sqn / 81 Wing detachment Darwin3
months during Malaysia / Indonesia conflict.
3 months Darwin
to Mirage A/C
Vandenberg (now dec) and I applied for pilot
training, Bill accepted me rejected.
private pilots licence
to 75 Sqn Butterworth
Gained Flying instructors rating Penang Flying Club
RAAFSTT Electrical Section as Instructor
back to 75 Sqn.Repatriated Mar 78 due
to wife ill health, attached 2AD 3 months.Posted HQSUPCOM June 78
clasp to RDFM
from PAF, commenced work at RMIT Aircraft and Auto Electrical dept as A/C
21 Sqn as FSGT NCO I/C Electrical
dept transferred from RMIT to Broadmeadows College of TAFE, Aerospace
Industry Training Centre (AITC). Position Senior Teacher Avionics.
yr extension of service beyond CRA approved
40 years of service in RAAF,Clasp not yet received due to poor
record keeping by 21 Sqn and the loss of one year of recorded service.Should happen 2002
A/WOFF Avionics.Still there as
training coordinator 21 Sqn Aircraft Maintenance flight and HOD AITC Avionics
graduation I was posted to 2AD Richmond where I worked on E servicing for P2V5 AND P2V7 Neptune aircraft.I particularly enjoyed test flights where we
would fly for about six hours over the ocean and I would sit in the perspexradome at the nose ---
1965 I was posted to No 38 Sqn, also at Richmond where we had Caribou and DC3 aircraft.
Shortly after arriving I was detached to Papua New Guinea for three months where we flew daily as
assistant to the Loadie. It was fascinating as we travelled the length and breadth of PNG and resupplied
the patrol officer camps at some pretty isolated strips.
return to Richmond I underwent a survival course and in mid-66 was
posted to No 35 Sqn (Caribous) at VungTau, Viet Nam, for 13 months. I was fortunate to have
my old mate Jim Irvine with me for the latter part of my posting there.
next posting was back to No 38n SqnRichmond where I did two years as an instructor
for new pilots and ground crew on the technical aspects of the Caribou and the
DC3 aircrafts. During this time I had married Glenys
(a WRAAF) and we recently celebrated our 32nd wedding anniversary. We have a
boy 31 years and a girl 30 years -- but at this stage no grandchildren.
during this period I started night school at Riverstone
Tech. I used to travel with Randy Stone and for the first few months every
thing was OK. Then we discovered that the RSL was a few doors away from the
Tech and some nights we used to have a beer when we finished classes. Pretty
soon we were having a beer before classes and within a short time we didn't
bother with classes at all!!
soon our respective wife's put a stop to our fun and we did eventually complete
our courses. Shortly after I was commissioned as an Equipo
and went to Point Cook for my "knife and fork" course, then on to 1SD
Tottenham for Equipos
course. I was posted off course to 1SD.
1976 I was posted to HQSC as executive assistant to the Branch head, Air
Commodore Colebrook. He was a WW II Navigator and a wonderful bloke; I really
enjoyed being his gofer. I tend to think that he set up my next posting, which
was to the Air Attaché staff at RAAF Washington, at the Embassy in DC.
was a dream posting for three years--- three story 44 square home in North
Virginia, allowances which were overly generous, and the AUD$ worth $1:12 to the $US. My work took me
to just about every part of the US as a family we had great holidays.
to HQSC in 1982 and on to an IMC course which was run by Defence.
The course lasted for a year and we visited most parts of Australia and just about every military
establishment. At the end of the course I was posted to Staff College in
Canberra but decided to pull the pin as my kids were starting secondary
schooling and I'd put them through enough moves.
joined the Vic Govt for a year and then stared with
the Industrial Supplies Office Vic where after 17 years I am still here and
looking forward to my second lot of long service leave, and retirement in three
years. The ISO looks after the State Govt's import
replacement program. Typically we work on the major projects underway in Vic
and where the project managers may be looking at purchasing products overseas
we act as the catalyst to getting local firms involved.
thought that my new career would lead to less travel but this was not the case
as I now regularly travel to Hong Kong, Shanghai, Kuala Lumpur, Dubai, and Abu Dhabi.
(Dash) Comber – Bio Jan 64 to Dec 01
Jan 64 – Jun 64
RAAF Amberley in Repair Deport doing majors
on Canberras.Major recollection of spending weekends heading of in Volkswagen to
Gold Coast surfing with Frip Brown.Sleeping on beach & doing the things 19 y/o’s did then – Surfers Hotel
bird watching bar etc.Major roll over
on highway returning to base one weekend wrecked car & surfboards and ended
Jul 64 – Jun 65
RNZAF Ohakea – second line servicing Vampire, Canberra, Dakota, Devon.Nearly got to Singapore for
confrontation but cancelled at last minute.Spent most of time doing majors on Canberras
being sent to Singapore to fly ops in emergency.
Jun64 – Nov 66
Pilot training – Wigram, Christchurch.
Dec 66 – Sep 67
Co Pilot on VIP DC3’s at Ohakea.Flying in
white boiler suits with plastic bags under harness to save marks on clean suit!
Oct 67 – Jun 69
3 Battlefield Support SqnWhenuapai,
Auckland.– Bristol Freighter around NZ, S E Asia, Sth
Jul 69 – Feb 71
flying DC3 again at Ohakea.
Mar 71 – Jun 72
Flying Training Instructor
on Harvards and Devons Wigram,
Jul 72 – Jun 74
Seconded as instructor to
Singapore Air Defence Command flying Sia Marchetti.No 3 in formation LL Aerobatic team and solo
Jul 74 – Oct 77
Training captain on VIPSqn initially on DC3 then to England to train on
and bring back Andovers.Ran initial conversion
courses on Andover.
Oct 77 – Nov 78
Instructor at CFS flying Devon, Air
Trainer, Sioux at Wigram.
Nov 79 – Dec 80
Def HQ.Airforce’s most
hated man – Asst Dir Of Officers Postings and
Attachments in Wellington.
Dec 80 – Mar 83
CO of the VIP Sqn Ohakea.Andovers and
Cessna 421c.Flew Queen, Prince
of Wales, Pers pilot to Gov
Left Airforce as
Sqn Ldr and moved to current home in Taupo.
Mar 83 – Sep
Started up and owned Hunting, Shooting,
Fishing sports shop in Taupo.Sold shop in Sep 87 and operated a charter
fishing boat on Taupo for about a year.
Sep 88 – Jul
Branch Manager of truck
company, then General Manager of heavy truck workshop company until
parent company went broke.Went
management consulting for year.
Jul 92 – Apr
Zealand Representative, Scott Base Antarctica.NZ Govt Agent and Manager
of NZ Antarctic operations in Antarctica.Most notable, but unfortunate,
event was the loss of two staff in helicopter accident very early in
season.Most memorable had to be skiing
in full sunlight on a snow base of 300 metres at and watching C5 Galaxies landing on 1 metre of sea
May 93 to Present
Planning and business process
support positions at the Wairakei Geothermal Power
Station just outside Taupo.
Stats and Interests:
Married 35 years to Eileen.Two sons 33 & 31 – Accountant and
Aircraft Engineer (civil)Interests include Hunting, Fishing (Lake and Sea), Target shooting,
Motor racing.Chairman of local group of
land based Search and Rescue.
After my "Appy Daze" I
entered the Transport Industry & became a Crane driver, Forklift operator,
human horse - carrying sacks of flour, Depot Foreman, A Trainer & Team
Leader loading, unloading 20 - 300 tonne transformers into substations all over
Q'ld. mostly by hand, Workplace Health & Safety
Officer, (This being over a 35 yr. period working for the one company)
and finally & currently after handing in my resignation I am an Accredited
Provider to the Government doing Training & Assessment work in the fields
of Forklift - (We are a Registered Training Organisation in this field.)
& other categories Crane, Dogger, Bobcat, Side Loaders, Dozer, Scraper,
Roller etc. to enable applicants to attain their Certificates of Competency in
all these fields. I am still Workplace Health & Safety Officer for my
old employer on a contract basis, but now am working full time in our own
The heavy workload over 35 years left me with a very sore
back which found me crawling out of bed daily making painful sounding noises,
but this is not the case now because my son told me about magnetic mattresses
& Far-Infrared comforters. They have worked wonders on Carol & myself - They are fantastic. No discomfort at
all! We are now just a pair of energetic pre-oldies - Loving life.
Carol suffered with painful nodules & swelling in her
fingers after a lifetime of typing & secretarial duties - this disease had
spread through the body to her feet which were too painful to put on the floor
after a nights sleep as they had stiffened up and she was taking
anti-inflammatory tablets to enable her to function in a somewhat better
fashion - Not any more, The magnets fixed that too!
We have friends who have had first hand benefits &
relief. This is a new technology to Australia (14 months) and leaves all the others for dead. The company
who supplies the entire product claim to have 30 million satisfied customers
& I believe it because they are the fastest growing company in the history
of Japan. (They have now moved their headquarters to IrvineCal.U.S.A.)
If you or any of the lads or their families are suffering
any discomfort or other problems ( this covers a huge
range of disorders) I would be a happy "Appy"
telling them of our experiences and those of the many others we are in contact
I left Wagga
for the wonders of 3AD and electrical work on Sabres
and Canberras.Learnt to surf and continued to play football, and finally spent two
years in plaster fixing up an old football injury from Wagga.Met the local publican and his daughter and
married her.Then back to Wagga for an Electronics course and then to Williamtown to work on the high technology Bloodhound
missile at 30SQN – I presume I was to use my newfound electronic
knowledge.However, as Bloodhounds were
all 1950’s technology, I was lost on them, so that career wasn’t to be.Off to 481SQN to work on Mirages – more high
tech I suppose they thought.Although
the first Mirage thing I worked on was a ward leonard system which we had touched on at Wagga with a training aid from the mid upper gun turret
from a Wellington.Then the inevitable posting to Malaysia occurred,
still with Mirages.Two children born in
Malaysia and had a good
time with not a shot being fired in anger but survived a number of trap
runs.Back to Australia to 5SQN on
helicopters and a great time, preparing for the rostered
posting to Vietnam.This didn’t eventuate, as I was commissioned
into the Equipment Branch and off to Point Cook and Tottenham
for the usual courses.
Then to 11SQN as the EquipO looking after the Orions.Hell of a place to live, Smithfield Plains, but well compensated with
the annual trips to Hawaii, New Zealand, Butterworth, Fincastle Trophy in Canada, etc, etc.Then a move into the world of air movements
and a second posting to Malaysia as the Air Movements Officer – the
best hours of work ever encountered, with 24 on and 48 off system.Now playing golf and darts
instead of rugby because of the aforementioned old football injury.Spent some time with HQRIC Detachment S,
which was the operation to evacuate Australian Embassy staff, orphans and
refugees from Cambodia and Vietnam at the end of the Vietnam war in 1975.This
time the trap runs took their toll, and I came back to Australia a single man again and to the wonders
of the great southern grey sponge of HQSC, and the thrills of cataloguing,
scaling and identification.Took another partner as a defacto in a
contract marriage with one stepchild, which lasted 3 years.Then off to Egypt and Israel with the UN as the Chief Logistics
Office of AUSTAIR in UNEFII.A chance to
really see the world – Peace was hell!Back to HQSC, but this time into the world of computers at CEO6 where I
finally got to use some of the electronics course stuff I’d learnt in 1966 but
only to find it was out of date, and that the binary logic I did was next to
useless!!Decided that mess life wasn’t
all it is cracked up to be, so I got married again, and the wedding was a real
good party – I was getting better at organising these
events now.Two more stepchildren to add
to the clan, but it wasn’t meant to be and only lasted four years.In the meantime I had completed some more
courses such as Industrial Mobilization Course and StaffCollege and went to BSQN Point Cook as
SEQO.Lasted only one year and decided
to retire from the RAAF in January 1984.
Williamstown VIC and joined all the community groups, local pub dart team,
Lions, etc.Elected to local Council
(did three terms, and got to Deputy Mayor and even got a gong, and they made me
a JP!) and finally got a job at the Williamstown Naval Dockyard. At WND I worked in the materiel branch on the Australian
Frigate Project, and was finally involved in sale of the Dockyard to private
enterprise.In fact I even was CEO of my
own company (TECHNAV) formed to buy the Dockyard, but we missed out.Got married again during this period, but
this time I had the wedding in her hometown in the UK.Again it was a
a weird year as a Project and Research Officer (pseudonym for surplus
officer!!) with the Victorian Defence Regional Office, I joined the Civil
Aviation Authority in 1988, working in the corporate management field for Victoria and Tasmania.I helped establish
the CAA as a Government Business Enterprise, which meant my job
went, and another redundancy package in the bank!Then off to Canberra to the corporate services division of the Canberra
Institute of Technology.Two new sons
had now arrived, and I settled into the nations
capital quite comfortably with Lions, Salvation Army Red Shield, St John's Ambulance, and local politics, etc, etc.I also spent a good bit of my spare time on
my golf and my Phantom comics.Then I
had an unusual period in the new ACT Government Business Development and
Marketing Branch.This didn’t work out,
so it was back to CIT, where I stayed until retirement on 31 December
days after my 55th birthday.I then spent about 18 months as a consulting logistician, working primarily
for the University of Canberra and the Australian Bureau of Statistics, and then finally
decided that I had enough and packed it all in for full retirement on 30 June 2001.In accordance with
the Peter Principle, I have now reached my level of incompetence and am
extremely happy in my newfound retirement career.
After Wagga Wagga, I spent 2 years
at 3AD Amberley with lots of other Beavers.We had a great time surfing, Gold Coasting, crashing cars celebrating 21st
birthdays, etc and was then posted to Butterworth on Sabres at end of
1965.Spent 3 years at
B’worth with three tours to Ubon
in Thailand doing a total of 12 months in Ubon and being part of the Sabre pullout crew from Ubon in August 1968.
Posted back to 1CRU the radar unit at Brookvale in Sydney in 1969 for 9 months and then posted to DEPAIR on promotion
to SGT. Spent 4 years in Canberra and while there, married Cheryl in 1971 (I had met her when
she was a dependent schoolie at B’worth and we made
contact when I was at Brookvale).Did an
electronics course back at Wagga Wagga also in 1971
(with Dave Lee) and then started night school in 1972.Was commissioned as an ELECO in 1973 and
after courses, spent the next 5 years in Support Command in Melbourne - just great for an unrepentant QLDer!Also got caught up in the Annual ex-Appies Reunions held each Australia Day weekend in Melbourne.
First daughter Kimberley was born in 1978 - we enjoyed practicing for a while - and
was posted to 481 SQN at Williamtown at start of 1979.Spent three years very happily in the area
taking up running and Hash House Harriering and son Lachlan and daughter Shannon born in 1980 & 1981
respectively.Promotion intervened and
posted - again- back to Support Command at start of 1982.Ran first and only marathon while back in Melbourne and spent another three and a half years there before
throwing a tantrum to get out of the place.Posted back to Williamtown in May 1985 and did less than another year
before getting out in March 1986.
Went to work for Hunter Group
Apprenticeship as Assistant Manager to George Homer who gave it away after 9
months and I then became the General Manager.Ran the Company for
almost the next nine and a quarter years and enjoyed most of it despite being
ridden by Directors with big egos and who couldn’t trust or delegate to anyone
and were well past their use-by-date!
Had some interesting times too while there and spent time as
a Director on the National Board of Group Training Australia as well as
Chairman of the NSW division.This gave
some good breaks and managed to score a few trips around the country to
meetings and conferences.
Met lots of interesting people while working in Group
Training including meeting and working with Lance Barnard, the ex Minister for
Defence who I thanked regularly for introducing the DFRDB legislation that
benefits so many of us.Was surprised at
how many others in Group Training were also ex-servicemen.
Offered the opportunity to join Dave Lenox and a few other
ex-RAAFies at GHD in Newcastle and joined the Company in March 1996.After spending five years doing work for the
Navy, RAAF, AirServicesAustralia, the Coal industry, Water Boards and the like, got the
opportunity to join another lot of ex-RAAFies at
Jacobs Sverdrup working back on base at
Williamtown.And here I am, still
working at this age to pay for educating kids - the penalties of starting to
breed late in life and spending too much along the way!!
Enjoy life in this area despite having to travel daily,
although the travel from Port Stephens to Williamtown is half that of my
previous 15 years of travelling daily to Newcastle to work.But that’s
one of the penalties of living in the Blue Water Wonderland, as it’s
known.Run each Monday night with Hunter
Hash Harriers and we’re mostly ex-RAAFies still going
through second childhood.Have a 4WD, an
off-road camper trailer and ski boat so go boating and camping up on the MyallLakes or elsewhere at any opportunity.
Kids finish at Uni progressively over the next couple of
years.Thus with the end now in sight of
having to work to support kids and so long as health holds, Cher and I will then start hitting the touring roads and perhaps
dropping in on people.
Jan 64-Jun 66 Amberley, 3AD,
Jun 66-Jan 67 Malaya,
78 Wing, E-ServSabres.
Jan 67-May 75 Amberley,
3AD hydraulics, Canberra's-mods for Vietnam and F111's.
May 75-Jan 81 Williamtown, Mirages, 77 Sqn and
That's 20 years, and so discharge at Amberley.
Feb 81-Jul 93 Had a
milk run in Ipswich
until the government deregulated the industry and we were bought out. No
Retired from work force
(still am). Did 5 years volunteer work, 4 days / week, 48 weeks / year, finished that Sept 99.
Also help my two sons with their mail /
parcel contracts for Australia Post. They both finished the Australia Post
contracts in June 00. Have more time to myself now.
Wrong!, eldest boy has just bought a school
bus run, starts 29/1/01 and asked me to be relief driver.
Have 3 children, Darren 33, Paul 30, Tania 28.
The following story was sent in by one of our number. It was
written about his mother by one of her granddaughters and tells of some
experiences towards the end of WW II and reminds many of us how fortunate we
were not to be exposed to experiences like this. I have left the original
Eastern European surname but see if you know who it may have been.
When you meet Vera Kvetoslava, you might be forgiven for thinking she is a
lovely lady; mother of two, grandmother of three and adoring great grandmother
of three who can whip up a mean shortbread.In fact she is all of these things.But few realise that this woman has also spent months huddled in a cold
cellar in Czechoslovakia during World War II, terrified to go outside and so
cramped because of others in the same predicament around her she cannot
move.Even less know of the nights and
days she spent fleeing between villages, cowering under a white sheet so as to
be camouflaged by the snow that surrounded her husband, tiny baby son, and
herself.Camouflaged because soldiers,
German and Russian, were everywhere and would send spontaneous sprays of
bullets around them.
On one occasion while
she huddled in that cellar, Vera was awoken at three in the morning by sirens
and loud voices.She learned that
everyone was being told to leave immediately because German soldiers feared
there were spies in the village.Vera,
clasping her baby, clutched desperately to her husband’s hand as they ran from
house to house, bullets peppering the air around them.They walked for days in the bitter cold, at
nights sleeping on the floor of stranger’s homes.Finally they reached her sister-in-law’s
village, where they stayed until her husband was forced to leave because of his
job.All they owned in the world was a
set of silver cutlery - a wedding present her husband had grabbed before they
had fled the cellar, a pair of boots and the clothes they had on their
backs.And of course,
When you start
talking to this softly-spoken, petite woman with a lilting accent, you
immediately become aware of the strength which seems to radiate from within
her.“When my husband was transferred
away from the village we were sheltering in, I decided to go to Prague (the capital of Czechoslovakia) to see my parents,” says Vera gently.What she fails to mention however, is that
this decision involved getting herself and her one-year old son across the
whole country with no means of transport and little money.Vera tells of how she hitched a ride with a
truck driver for most of the gruelling four-day journey.At night-times she would beg for a place to
stay.“One night we (her son and
herself) couldn’t find a place to stay. We looked in hotels and roadside
stops.No-one would let us stay
anywhere.I was so exhausted, so I
finally went up to a policeman and I said, “Please sir, will you arrest
me?”He said, “Woman, what have you
done?”I said, “Nothing, I just want
somewhere to sleep for the night.”
In Prague Vera was reunited with her husband, and soon after he was
transferred again.This time away from
the war ravaged country of Czechoslovakia to a little-known place called Australia.Here, Vera was
extremely conscious of how lucky she was to be alive and have her small family
intact.What she couldn’t believe was
how differently the same war had affected the two countries.When she went to the shop one morning soon
after arriving to collect her ration of butter, she waited patiently for the
tiny smear she had received on a piece of grease paper in Czechoslovakia.To her surprise,
she was handed a whole block of butter.When she indicated to the attendant to cut off her ration, he shook his
head.“No,” he told her.“It’s all yours.”Used to eating potatoes, rotten carrots and
not much else for years, Vera shook her head in astonishment.
Today, Vera reflects
on her ordeals with a mixture of contemplative thought and sadness.However, the sadness is not for what
happened, but for what might have been.Vera was unable to finish her university degree in medicine, and married
perhaps more quickly than she would have if war-time circumstances had not been
prevalent.“I am not sad when I think of
the past,” says Vera, while gazing out the window.What she is picturing is beyond my
comprehension, after spending hours listening to everything this woman has gone
through.“But,” she says, breaking focus
and looking directly at me and giving me a cheeky grin, “If I could do it all
again, I’d live it up.Oh boy, would I
live it up.”
And who is it referring to, have you worked it out or
guessed that it is Miro Janco’s mother and he was the
babe in arms in the story.
On leaving Wagga all
those years ago, I found myself reporting for duty at the front door of No2AD
Instrument Section, which was stuck in the middle of a stack of buildings, in
other words, it had no view. In fact all windows were at ceiling height. There
they put me to work fixing Hercules Autopilot amplifiers, Engine instruments
etc. One vivid experience I had was electrocuting myself not once but twice
within a half hour period with 600VDC. They called it calibrating. I wonder who was calibrated,
the Tacho or me. Twelve months of that and then I was moved to Gyro Section for
repairs on you guessed it, Gyros. That was Eighteen months of sheer happiness;
I found Gyros fascinating.
During this time, I
joined a band, found the girl of my dreams, got married in Nov 65 and in July
66 was posted, just down the road to the resurrected 486SQN to see in the
arrival of the new C130E. I spent the next six years working on Hercs till I was posted to Butterworth in June 1972 to work
on the old WW2 workhorse, the Dakota. I loved it there, especially the prices
for stereos, cameras etc. Whilst there, my third child was born, who last week
made me a grandfather for the seventh time.
December 1974 saw me
back in Australia and again posted to 486Sqn where I saw out the remaining
year of my service and discharge. You may wonder as to why I got out, to put it bluntly, as a baagy arse
I was fed up with the crap that one had to put up with. In hindsight, I should
have put myself through night school and applied for a commission. There were
also personal reasons plus my father had a small business which needed an input
of manpower, so out I went.
That venture didn't
work out to well, so I applied for a job in Telecom, was accepted, and have
been in the job for nearly 22 years, for how much longer nobody knows. It's a
bit like the Air Force, everything is being
Now for some of the personal bits which I'm prepared to share with you.
Been married for
nearly 36 years to the same girl; have no sisters-in-law, but 6
brothers-in-law, so as you can imagine, I'm always on my best behaviour. Have
three kids, a boy and two girls, all married and seven grandkids, five girls
and two boys. The guitar I still have, Its becoming a family heirloom; I met my
wife whilst playing in one the local pubs in Windsor, one of her brothers said
that she could go out with me as he thought I was a good guy. The guitar is now
framed in a aluminium box and bolted to the wall. The
box that is, the guitar is still accessible. My son wants it eventually.
The only thing I play
now is the CD and DVD player and on Saturdays, golf.
Finally, I'm looking
forward to the 45th reunion. It's been a long time.
Finally got around to responding, felt guilty after
hearing from Warren Dickson,
but after such a long time it really is hard to get motivated.
C/o Bingera Sugar, Community
Mail Bag, Bundaberg, Qld, 4670
Wife's Name- Dianne
Home Address- As above, only complicates if I use any
Business Address- Bundaberg Sugar Limited, PO Box 500,
Bundaberg, Qld, 4670
Home Phone 0741 50 8839Work Phone 0741 50 8642
Fax0741 50 8611
Email Work- <mailto:email@example.com>
After I "left" the RAAF I scored a job in
the Sugar Industry and am still at it. I am now working at the Millaquin Mill site in Bundaberg and am involved in the
supply and transport of harvested cane from growers' farms to the three
Bundaberg Mills. I've been in the cane supply area of the Industry since 1963
and have worked at Mills in the Bundaberg and Mackay areas.
Chooks history (Or how I became an Aussie and joined the
shall divide my history into two parts. Part One will
cover the events leading as to how I became an Aussie and joined the RAAF and
Part Two will cover the events after I graduated from Wagga.
was born on 15/10/1945 in Neustardt, Germany. Where I was born, in Neustardt,
is interesting from a historical point.
mother lived in the Lvov district in Ukraine. When Hitler invaded the USSR, the German war machine conquered all of Ukraine on its way to Stalingrad (Now Volgagrad). The occupying
forces issued an edict, that out of each Ukrainian
family one member has to go to Germany to work for the war effort.
my mothers’ family, my mother went. In my mothers family there were four boys
and four girls. I asked mum why did her father send
her instead of one of the boys. She replied that her
farther sent her because if he sent one of the sons then he would not last
long, where as a young woman stood more chance of survival.
how my gene base got out from behind the Iron Curtain.
my mum got sent to Germany and ended working on a farm. Fortune smiled on her (and me)
because working on a farm was much better then in the arms factories where the
mortality rate was very high.
working on a farm was still hard, she did have reasonable shelter and food
events got interesting
wars end all Displaced Persons (DPs) were to be
repatriated to their country of origin. Needless to say that
the majority of people from behind the Iron Curtain did not want to go back.
(But that’s another story)
happened in my mothers’ case was that at wars end two NKVD (Forerunner of the
KGB) agents come to take her back to Ukraine. But my mother, with her insight of the Communist system,
told the NKVD agents that she is with child (That’s me) and about 6 weeks from
birth. It will be difficult to travel back at this stage of pregnancy, but if
they came back in 9 weeks she will be ready to go back to Ukraine. One never says no to the NKVD.
soon as the agents left my mother asked the elderly farm couple to help her get
to a DP camp. Because sure as hell she was not going to wait
for the return of the NKVD agents. After I was born on the farm and
before the return of the NKVD agents she went into a DP camp under the
protection of the Western Allies.
was a close call for me. At this point I could have ended up back behind the
events got more interesting
conflicts end, DP camps were set up to handle the mass of humanity displaced by
the War. In conjunction with the Marshall Plan, a global program was
established to disperse people worldwide. To that end numerous countries had
set up immigration offices throughout out the DP camps to process migrants to
their respective countries. This program went on for about 8 years. (1945 to 1953 approx).
mother, with some of her Ukrainians friends, stood in the Chilian
migration line to be processed to go to Chile. When she reached the migration officers’ desk she was
informed that they (Chile) have got their full quota for the month and that she has
missed out and will have to look elsewhere. She got upset with the migration
officer but he stood firm and suggested to her to go and have a look next door,
where a country called AUSTRALIA had established a migration office. She never heard of AUSTRALIA, but she went and met some Ukrainians migrating to AUSTRALIA. After a conversation with an interpreter she made the
final decision to migrate to AUSTRALIA. We migrated and arrived in Sydney in 1949.
was another close call. I could have ended up wearing a sombrero and speaking
back on all the above, I consider myself fortunate that events turned out the
way they have.
illustrates how ones fate controls ones destiny.
six months before I sat for the Intermediate Certificate (1960) I decided that
I wanted to join one of the Defence Services as an apprentice. My first choice
was the NAVY. But I did not get in because mother would not sign the forms. Her
view of sailors was that they are nothing but a bunch of drunks and go out with
loose women. And her little boy was to be protected from all the evils of the
world. Little did she know?
as second choice, I went and joined the RAAF as an apprentice and never looked
Thus that is my tale from Germany to the RAAF
END OF PART ONE.
graduating from Wagga, my next 17 years were rather uneventful. I worked on
Hercs, Orions and HS748s and my postings were basically at Richmond and Sale.
TWO events over the next 17 years, had a profound affect upon my life, both in
and out of the RAAF
First One was when I applied for Aircrew as an AEO (Air Electronic Officer). My
ambition at that time was to become an AEO and operate the electronic gear on
the Orion to search for the Commie submarines.
(Cold War and all that). In 1966 I sat for the Aircrew Test, which covered testing
for Pilot, Navigator and AEO categories. The test lasted a whole day and at the
end I was informed that I couldn’t become an AEO because I have not a ` musical
ear`. The particular test that I failed, was to identify a set of Morse signals
that’s Morse Code) to determine if the two signals
were the same or different.
I could not be an AEO.
BUT I WAS INFORMED THAT MY TEST FOR A PILOT
CATERGORY WAS EXCELLENT AND WOULD I CONSISDER
BEING A PILOT.
the first thing that raced through my mind was that there are guys at RAAF
Richmond, which I know would give their left testicle to be in my position.
Needless to say I accepted the offer but my heart was not 100% with it. I
wanted to be an AEO.
off I went to Point Cook for 2 months to became an
Officer and a Gentleman.Then it was off
to Pearce to start the flight training.
pilot course was one with an all thru jet training syllabus. I was caught in
the time warp where the RAAF got rid of the Dual Vampire trainer and the Winjel and replaced both aircraft with the Macchi. The new concept was for the Macchi
to provide the full range of flight training. But alas, it did not work out and
I was caught up in it. The pilot course before me and two after me experienced
a huge failure rate (approx. 40%)
to such an
extent that the RAAF had to reintroduce assessment flights. That’s when they
purchased the Airtour, the Yellow Parrots.
for myself I managed to get 17 hours dual flying. I could start up the
aircraft, taxi it onto the runway, line it up and take off. I could also manage
to fly the circuit but for the hell of me I just could not land it. The time
limit to go solo was 20 hours and I just did not have the ability to land the
aircraft within the 20-hour time frame. However, I did manage to land it once,
and was real proud of it.
egressing from the aircraft the instructor turned
around to me and said “ You’re a Framie
you know what a heavy landing is??” he responded.
So much for my landing talents.
after spending six months at Pearce I was sent back to good old RAAF Base
Richmond where I went back on the Hercs and later
became in Framie Instructor in Field Training.
the most profound affect that the eight months as a Cadet Officer had on me was
the first time in my working life, at age of 22, I associated with people from
a higher educated and socio-economic level and I realised that there was a
different world outside the RAAF. I realised then just how Airforce
orientated (institutionalised) I was and from that point onwards I started to
look outside the square.
That changed my life.
Second Event was my Court Marshall. I’ll forego the gruesome details suffice to
say that I lost Mega bucks financially.But what I lost on the swing I made up on the roundabout.
my 20 years in the RAAF, got out and joined the Defence Dept in DQA (Defence
next 16 years in DQA-AERO were very challenging and satisfying due to the large
variation of work/assignments. Most of my time was spent in Qantas and the now
defunct Hawker de Havilland doing quality audits and final acceptances on a
large variety of aircraft and aircraft components.
technological development that fascinated me was the start up at Hawker de
Havilland of the production and manufacturing of aero composite structural
parts. It is because of the whole development and manufacturing cycle of
composites that Boeing bought out Hawkers. The major project I covered was the
manufacturing of the Hercules Composite Flaps by Hawkers for the US Defence
Dept. DQA Aero covered the QA on the flaps on behalf of US Defence Dept.
I got to grips on the whole composite process it occurred to me that one
genesis for this advanced technology was the application of fibreglass to styrofoam surfboards.
to Defence downsizing and reconstruction, DQA AERO was vastly reduced and thus
I made a side move to NALO. (Navy Aviation Logistic Organisation) as a Techo on the Seahawks and stayed there for about
years. When NALO became NAMLS and moved to NOWRA I made anther side move and
ended up where I am presently working on ship hulls systems. Ship hulls are the
navy equivalent to airframes on aeroplanes.
in on the radar but
I WORK TO LIVE, NOT LIVE TO WORK
PS Anyone for Tango.
Life history seems to be the go, so here is mine.
Married 1966, three kids. Divorced 1984.
Number one son – Oi/c Field Training Flight, 2 CRU, Darwin.
Daughter – Nursing Sister – Newcastle
Number two son – Reprobate/army reservist - Newcastle
Didn’t really understand that women are your real golf
handicap, so married again (to An ex-RAAF wife).
That’s still as good as any male/female relationship can be after sixteen
Step son – Bachelor of Music – Army musician – Kapooka.
(Chris and I proudly wear T-shirts
emblazoned with “I survived a musical child”.
The service life must be in the blood or a contagious
Have built railway carriages (Newcastle), ships (Newcastle and Brisbane), submarines (Adelaide and Toowoomba) and airplanes
(Toowoomba).Since getting out, have lived in Medowie (near Newcastle), Adelaide, Toowoomba and now Brisbane in the suburb of Ferny Grove. Moved more than on posting !!
Currently working as a
consultant/contractor to Queensland Rail on the GST Implementation Project
through my own business – Longhouse Green Pty Ltd – Business Management,
Quality, Environmental and Safety System development and implementation, as
well as technical writing, quality inspection and general business analysis
services.Does anybody need help ??? I need the work !!!
Still have all my own teeth (sorry, mostly amalgam); my own
hair (all of it, not like some I have seen, Peter Ashworth, for example, and it
is not too grey); the gut has expanded (but not too much); can still walk
18 holes of golf (without too much
effort); have got a 30% disability pension for hearing loss and tinnitus
(Bloody Mirages, but it is a good excuse at home !!); wear glasses (so I can
find my beer).
Play golf as much as I am allowed. Fish
occasionally. Watch Rugby Union (playing days are well and truly over).
Drink beer (and anything else alcoholic that I’m offered). Drive a ’92 Vitara (She’s got the brand new Vectra).
Having a ball with life and living it to at least ¾ of a
glass (not full through lack of the important ingredient – money). Don’t think
of retirement, having too much fun.
Age does have some disadvantages:
Can’t do quiet deep knee bends;
Can’t remember where I put my keys;
Can’t blow out all the candles on my birthday cake;
Don’t look good on a motorbike anymore;
Forget to attach e-mail documents as promised in the e-mail.
But, hey, you can’t have everything. I still
remember yesterday and the day before that. At our age, that’s got to be a big plus !!
Hope all are as healthy as I am; and as happy. Would love to hear from anybody passing through or living near-by.
Ray Paterson:Phone-07 3351 2353 (Home);0409 510 440 (Mobile)
First posting after Wagga was 3 Air Depot Amberley to
work under Ex Wagga Boss Howard Kay.Amberley was an
enjoyable posting with both good work conditions and social life.Met my future wife (Margi).
August 1965, 11
Posted to 11
Squadron Richmond.A period mainly devoted to
saving for my upcoming marriage.Received a telegram on our honeymoon advising a promotion to
Corporal and posting to 81 Wing Williamtown.
August 1966, 81 Wing,
Subsequently 481 Maintenance SQN, 76 SQN and 76 SQN Detachment.Darwin.
married life in Newcastle and various jobs from Mirage instructional duties, Sabre
Maintenance, 76 Squadron, Darwin Mirage Detachment and Bali aircraft staging.Spent a whole six months on
CPL pay before getting Higher Duty Allowance for SGT and then acting SGT until full promotion on time.In hindsight this was thanks to Howard Kay
for pushing us to get qualified.Senior LAC’s and CPL’s had not envisaged the rapid impact of RAAF expansion on promotion and
had not completed tests and exams.Our
Daughter Michelle was born during this posting (between detachments).
December 1969, Butterworth
Posted to Butterworth and did the
rounds from 75 Squadron to 478 Squadron and an extension to fix some problems
in 77 Squadron to round out three years.By this stage I apparently had a reputation for problem solving and
planning abilities that landed me a posting to Aircraft Research and
Arrived to a promotion to Flight
Sergeant and find I had inherited a section that resided in a parachute drying
tower and technically non compliant on most things.Stirred the shit and solved all the problems
and was rewarded with a posting to the dreaded Headquarters Support
A major plus of this job was working
for Bob Bartram.My personal opinion of Melbourne is that it is
only one step from the A!s*ole
of Australia.That aside we purchased a
kombi camper and boat and the six years in Melbourne were enjoyed.Margi took formal art training at the
Victorian Art Society and produced many fine oil paintings.I had a severe seasonal allergy problem to
the region.We took extended leave
(using long service) during the worst part of the years to escape the symptoms.
July 1978, 492
Squadron Edinburgh SA.
Our first (and only) preferential
(Warrant Officer) posting.A challenging rewarding and enjoyable job.An excellent bunch of
troops that made the going easy.Margi had successful exhibitions of her oil paintings.
However, after three years with the
challenges of P3C aircraft introduction declining it was decision time on the
I secured three options,
A civy job
at Defence Research,
A maintenance management job at
Greenvale mine in North Qld, and
A commission to
Flight lieutenant (level 3!).
I opted for the commission.
November 1982 HQSC.
Two years as a Project Officer on
the P3C Project, again working for Bob Bartram, and
completion of all the Officer training and examination
needs for Squadron Leader promotion.With what I thought was average effort I was awarded Leadership and
Academic Dux awards.
March 1985 RAAF WashingtonUSA (F/A-18 Project
A posting to clean up a mess created
by a so-called Rhodes scholar expert (but a nice
bloke).From a work perspective probably
the least enjoyable posting of my RAAF career.But, as I had always had good challenging jobs the benchmark to judge by
was high.However, with an excellent
bunch of troops I was able to get the Project back on track and maintained my
record of minimum time promotion with promotion to Squadron Leader for the
Department of DefenceCanberra.
Project management specifying,
tendering, negotiating and managing international Defence
job with long hours and lots of travel.However, looking down the barrel at StaffCollege and a posting
back to Melbourne (HQSC).
March 1989 Resignation and
resettlement to Paradise (Cairns)
Decide to stick to the long-term
plan and leave the RAAF at age 45 and make the break at a high
point rather than at a point of disenchantment.
Took up a local
Government position associated with the Cairns region water
supply that was highly enjoyable and resigned in 2000 after ten years.
Margi has continued with her art and
has sold paintings that have gone all over the world.The Daughter Michelle spent eight years in
the RAAF and is now settled in Darwin Married to another “Beaver’s” (Terry Opie) son.
Now fully retired with 4WD caravan
and boat and have already circumnavigated OZ.Both healthy moderately wealthy and no regrets.
Biggest influence and assistance in
my RAAF career was Bob Bartram.
left Wagga in the morning after the ball in my brand new VW and headed up to
Townsville. I went there for two reasons. Firstly, I lived there and secondly,
I was posted to 10 Squadron and Townsville was where the squadron was located.
was with 10 Squadron for two years. It was a good Squadron to be in for your
first go at real Instrument Fitting on real live aeroplanes. The work was
varied and the trips, where you could get rid of excess money quickly, were
quite frequent and interesting.
Day 1965 I left Townsville to go to Butterworth. That was a long long flight. We covered a lot of ground and water to get
there but get there we did. In Butterworth, I spent a quiet time working in the
squadrons, the maintenance hangar and the workshop. Weekends were spent with a
couple of mates looking about the countryside and taking the odd photo or two.
I went to Ubon a few times. Not much to look at there
so we all had another quiet time just sitting around discussing various topics
in various places of interest until we were replaced. I left Butterworth just a
few days before Christmas 1968 in a much quicker jet aeroplane this time bound
RAAF really knew how to hurt you. I was used to two digit type temperatures and
I get posted to Melbourne.
Two years passed and just as I was getting used that I was zapped off to Darwin.
I didn’t complain. I packed my bags, married Lynne and took off. The work in Darwin
was good, the fishing was very good but this ideal life style, only after three
and a half years, was cracked back to reality with a posting back to ARDU. I
must have only been on loan.
stint in Melbourne
was pretty serious stuff. Work was very interesting and also a lot to look at
I built a caravan there and used it to see just about all there was to see.
After a couple of years and two children, ARDU shifted to Adelaide.
I only spent one year there. The fishing was not bad, the sand crabs excellent
and the nectar to wash them down with was quite good and plentiful.
1978 I was off to Amberley to play with Canberra
planes. The work was good, the trips were different but the fishing was
ordinary. After a couple of years of very interesting work in high-level
photography, my discharge time was up. We built our home just south of Brisbane
in 1981 and are still at the same address.
first couple of jobs in civvy street were short and
not so sweet. The first with accounting computers and
accounting machines. With a little help from bad management, they went
broke. The next was with photocopiers, which I hated. Same
thing all day, every day. I did get cheap copies though but there comes
a time when everything has been copied.
joined a company that sold and serviced One Hour Photographic Machines. There
was one ex-appy, one rad tech and an army bloke as
technicians there so the work environment was good and the work was very
satisfying. You never knew what problem you would be working on or where you
would be working in Australia
from one day to the next. After a few years though the trips
away became boring. I was with this company until it folded due to bean
counters not spending all the beans correctly.
“I’ll start my own business.” I said. Two of
us formed a partnership and continued on in the same field making a comfortable
living looking after existing machinery. After six years my partner retired and
the older machines finally became too few to continue to secure a good income.
Training or information on new machines was hard to get or was very expensive.
My largest customer invited me to join them so back to working for a boss
again. I have since changed companies but still work in the same field.
very rarely go fishing now. There is too much water separating the fish these
days. I spend a lot of my spare time looking at old engines and machinery
especially steam driven. I have built up an extensive metal and wood workshop
over the years and put them to good use making children’s wooden toys. I also
mutilate metal into various shapes for various causes and uses. I must have
learnt something in Basic.The long-term
project is a Queensland A12 steam locomotive from about 1895.Three years so far with a good while to go
yet. Other projects controlled by the leader of the opposition keep getting top
priority for some reason for which I may discover some day.
the future I hope to retire to a bigger shed with a smaller house and no grass.
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