PURPOSE IN LIFE
Why
were we here?
Basically our sole role in life was to ensure that all those who needed anything to do with POL (Petrol-Oil & Lubricants) got what they required. As the only way to get bulk quantities of fuel to the Island was by sea, we were heavily involved with the naval contingent, hence the seeds of some of the hopefully amusing anecdotes.
Although
Yorkie and I were in the R.A.S.C. (Royal Army Service Corps), we were
posted to, and under the “protective” wing
We
were also heavily involved with the RAF Transport Section. These were the boys
who drove the tankers of fuel to wherever they were needed, more often than not
to the airfield for refuelling aircraft. However, when the need arose, they
shuffled fuel between different locations for us.
That,
in a nutshell, is basically what our working life consisted of.
Now,
we come to the funny bits. Stories about what happened to various characters.
The
list is almost endless. Some of the names have sadly been forgotten, but the
events will remain as happy memories for as long as I walk this planet.
Hopefully,
if this site eventually gets visited by enough ex grapples, those forgotten
names will be remembered and they too can get their moment of glory.
I suggest
we now proceed to the anecdotes pages and rustle up some hopefully hilarious
memories:
©: P.B.Chatfield 22 Jul. 01