$ff2 Extract from "Soldier Blue" my service life $fff by Mick Domoney $eff There's quite a bit of body to the water today --------------------------------------------- $aff It's May 1967 and I'm 18 years old and serving in Aden, 16 Squadron RAF Regiment was protecting the main airfield at RAF Khormaksar. The Flight Commander asked for volunteers to go on detachment "up country" and seeing as there was over a hundred incidents a day in Aden (both factions of local antagonists where currently in the active process of reclaiming their bit of the British Empire back) I thought it would be a nice experience, after all I'd joined the RAF Regiment to travel, erm and I thought it might be a bit quieter up country. British Camp Mukerius was sited 7000 feet up in the Jebel (mountains) on the border between Aden and North Yemen, its purpose was to house a radar unit that kept watch over the border, our purpose was to protect it. We lived in tents whose walls were lined with sandbags to protect us from the mortar bombs which arrived nightly, courtesy of the Communist Guerillas assisting the struggle going on in Aden. I could tell at a glance that this place was not going to be quiet. The water for the camp came from an ancient well in the nearby village of Mukerius and the water was just drinkable, to get the water, once a week the airstrip fire wagon escorted by some of us regiment lads in a landrover would leave camp and drive to the well, where, a fireman would drop a hose down the deep dark crumbling hole in the ground and water would be pumped into the tank on the fire tender. We all noticed as weeks passed that the water became more and more horrible to taste, then whilst doing a weekly filling something blocked the hose and the precious water ceased to flow, so, a fireman was lowered down the 60 feet deep 1000 year old well to see what was blocking the hose. He spotted it straight away but in the dark it took him some time to work out what it was, it was a dead arab. Per Ardua MikDom $fffend