Muharraq Memories (2)
I arrived in Muharraq 50 years ago (!) on the once-
We were met from the aircraft by John Barrow, an old mate, and whisked off to the bar where it was traditional to be introduced to the senior leadership of the squadron. The following day we discovered that amongst others, the scruffy ‘junior’ officer who was a bit worse for wear in the corner the previous evening, was actually the Boss, and the ‘Boss’ was actually the Ground Liaison officer etc etc. I’m not quite sure why, I suppose because of the inevitable delays to the introduction of the Harrier and the F4, but the RAF were not short of pilots coming out of training at the time and as a result we were quite a large squadron with 22 pilots and 12 Hunter FGA9s (plus the odd 2 seat T7).
Only the Boss, flt cdrs, sqn QFI and PAI, could be accompanied, and only then if they were over 25, as we were not meant to get married younger than that and there was no support for having other wives in theatre. We were a pretty happy bunch, who wouldn’t be, with a great aircraft and fantastic flying. But there was a bit of a rift I seem to remember between us (very) junior pilots and the squadron hierarchy, probably because there were too many of us.
208 had a well-
Early on in the tour, most of my flying seemed to focus on high level battle formation which I found quite taxing, operating towards the edge of the aircraft’s flight envelope.
Muharraq Memories 2 -