MEMORIES OF A
NATIONAL SERVICEMAN
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TREVOR SIDAWAY
ROYAL ELECTRICAL AND MECHANICAL ENGINEERS
THE SECOND BEST POSTING AFTER
THE
In the Autumn of
'52, following six weeks of basic training at Blandford
Camp in Dorset, I was posted
To Bordon
Camp in Hampshire, together with other "mature" Servicemen, for four
months of
technical
training. Then on to a transit depot at Arborfield,
in
I was offered the option of staying on to be trained as a PTI (Physical
Training Instructor) but only if I
signed on for an extra
year--not an option!
The Arborfield experience was unpleasant--it
was mid-winter-- the camp numbers were changing daily
as personnel were shipped
out
Rumours about postings were rife;
I drew the short straw and was granted two weeks embarkation leave before
shipping out to
Then my luck changed!
I was taken off the Korean draft, no explanation, and transferred to
Gibraltar
A
WEDDING AT
At Aldershot, there were two
others from the original Blandford intake, Taffy
Evans from Llanelli
and
one other whose name I’ve forgotten--I should have remembered him as, together
with Taffy,
I was invited to be a witness
at his wedding at Aldershots Registrars Office
Although the wedding came out
of the blue it was no “shotgun” as she turned up in Gibraltar
about
six months later on holiday—looking “normal”
The REME Barracks at
around and one of the
highlights included meeting up with a Geoff Smith, who had been a classmate
in
my Infants and Junior school in Cradley Heath, and a
couple of visits to watch Aldershot Town
play
in the old second division
On the day we moved out, we
were joined by three other National Servicmen, Don Youldon,
? Adshead
and one other--they had been training at Honiton
The six of us made our way to
been
converted into an underground barracks complete with bunk beds and we spent one
night there
(?Adshead, the first surname on the list, was
given an acting rank of corporal and was “in charge” of
the
transit)
FLIGHT
FROM
A REFUELLING
STOP AT BAIRITZ
We made our way to the famous
wartime airport at Blackbushe in Hampshire and had a
pretty
bumpy
flight in a Huntings aircraft, putting down at
Biarritz to refuel
(Military flights were not
tolerated in Franco’s Spain)
We were in
by an "old soldier"
"Thank your "effin"
stars," said he, "and keep your "effin" mouth shut--you're going to the second
best overseas posting after
the
How right he was!!
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SPORTS FIELD
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REME Barracks, Governors Cottage Camp REME Workshops and Offices
The rectangular
flat area in the foreground was the REME sports ground, it contained two
football
pitches with "shale" playing surfaces, a little like the surface of all weather tennis courts
The REME barracks were away from the town on the eastern side of the
rock, overlooking the
Straights and the Mediterranean
The camp was on the site of what had been the Governor’s Cottage
residence and was a collection of
huts and buildings that included the old Governor’s Cottage
The backdrop was a cliff face and a narrow road was all that separated
it from the sea
The REME Barracks in the 1950’s
A very unmilitary
collection of buildings overlooking the Mediterranean
In
the foreground is the Motor Transport area with a
The lighthouse at Europa
Point can just be seen in the distance
The
Governor’s Cottage long before it was converted into the REME barracks
Pictured in 1916, the
Governors Cottage, residence of the Governor of Gibraltar
The original
buildings formed part of the Sergeants mess
A
very un-military collection of buildings overlooking the Mediterranean
A BIT OF CRADLEY HEATH AT
GOVERNOR’S COTTAGE CAMP
Dudley & Dowell drain
cover
made in Cradley Heath
The six of us were picked up at the airport and dropped off outside
the Adjutants office at Governor’s Cottage
To my amazement I found myself standing on a drain cover that
carried the name;
“DUDLEY & DOWELL LTD CRADLEY HEATH STAFFS”
Their factory, one of the largest manufactures of cast drain covers
in the
Our documents were taken by the Company Sergeant Major,
he was a very un military CSM and fitted in with the relaxed
atmosphere in the
camp, he was approaching retirement and had a touch of the Spanish Manana about him
My Billet
I was billeted in one of the huts with
the very appropriate name Vista
It overlooked the coastal road and had an
interrupted view across the straights with the coast of
North Africa on the horizon
It was the last hut in the camp behind
it was a rocky area, which had a deserted wartime gun
emplacement, followed
by a solid wall of rock up to an area known as Windmill Flats with the highest
point of the Rock
in the distance
Vista Del Mar
My billet at Governors Cottage camp

Inside my
Billet
My bed is in the foreground of a very casual
layout, which exemplified the easy-going nature of the camp

The view from the back of my billet
The corrugated roof of
my billet can just be seen in the bottom LH corner, the wartime gun
emplacement
is clearly shown with the highest point of the Rock in the
background

A later photograph of Ginger and me at the
Corporals Club
Relaxing at the Corporals Club in
the REME Barracks at Governors Cottage Camp
Overlooking
the Mediterranean, North Africa in the distance

Lively
Saturday nights in Main Street with the Fleet in Port
In the 50's,
experienced
in recent decades
It was very much a military garrison with many thousands of servicemen
swelling the civilian population
of 30,000
On top of this it played host to all of the "friendly" Navies of
the World, especially the American sixth
fleet and
the British Mediterranean and Home Fleets
Occasionally more than one fleet at a time was in port and Main Street,
which in those days sported a
number of
"Honkey Tonks"
(Dance/Music bars), could become rather lively, especially on a Saturday
night
--the Trocadero was the Forces
favourite
Naval Shore patrols, complete with "nightsticks" were much in
evidence as well as the British Redcaps
(Military
Police)
The
TROCADERO “Honkey Tonk” in
The sailor standing in the doorway is part of an

A worms eye view of a Spanish Flamenco
dancer at the Trocadero

and
Our American Cousins

Jim Everart and Joe Guderian were in the
US navy in Morocco in 1952/53 and made a number of visits to
Gib--and the odd Bordello in
They eventually
transferred to the Aircraft Carrier Medway
Morocco
was a few miles away across the Straits and the Spanish border town of La Linea
de la Conception
was a short walk across the Airstrip with the
Torremalinas in
1953
Torremalinas was a small fishing village, and not
the urban sprawl of hotels that it is today

Malaga in 1953

Pictured
shortly after arriving in Gib in the Spring of '53
I'm in the designer sunglasses
and the fez

Across
the border in La Linea

The Ceremony of the Keys—a daily event to “secure” the Fortress
On the
left, Alan Cattell, a National Service
"Redcap" in Gibraltar in the 50's.
I didn’t know him at the
time but he was to become a good friend in later life

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# Playing
trains with Prince Charles & Princess Anne #
# More about the
models # # "Resting"
in Tangiers--at the EL Farhar #
# Football
in Gibraltar (Part one) #
# Football
in Gibraltar (Part two) #
#
Keeping
the Laundry going and other Sports #
# The REME
Badge #
# Home #
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