Friday, 25 December 2020

Christmas Al Jubail, Saudi Arabia 30 years ago. By Jan Westbury

December 1990 and we had decorated our tented ward and sleeping accommodation as if it was Christmas back home. 



However, always mindful that the Christmas season is our holiday and not celebrated by our enemy, at the time, NBC training and alerts continued. Kay Foster in her blog two weeks ago, Waiting for War, described the quiet before the storm. 


Christmas morning came, I arranged to go on duty early so I could relieve some of the night staff. The patients were still asleep. I woke each of them with a cup of tea and the tiniest swig of whisky from a miniature bottle someone had sent me in the post. It really perked the troops up. Not for staff though as it was not allowed, but they did have a quick sniff of whisky for the fun of it. Amazing how non whiskey drinkers took a keen interest. Personally, I hate the stuff and was amazed it had not been confiscated. 


The same person had sent me a huge Stilton that was "high' and a loaf of bread that was very green. We enjoyed the Stilton though and it went a long way.

Uniform was relaxed for the day and we could wear Christmas T- shirts, one of many designs created throughout the deployment. 

A senior dental officer was our Santa Claus distributing presents, followed later by a trolley full of gifts given out by our matron and senior doctors. 


Our Church service, under canvas, was very special, but obviously reminded us of our loved ones back home. 

We had arranged for a table to be laid for Christmas lunch. The catering officer was magnificent and had organised white tablecloths and a bottle of beer for each patient, but I cannot remember if it was non-alcoholic. 


A great day, and the staff and patients had arranged short sketches, so lots of hilarious entertainment. I was a little nervous of what the group of patients in the photograph were going to do or say, as they were rather boisterous. I did not need to worry, humour that was unlikely to offend anyone.


By evening all was quiet with everyone having time for reflection on what had been a very different Christmas, far from home and wondering what lay ahead in the coming weeks. 


Capt (Rtd) Jan Westbury. Deployed to the Gulf 1990/1991












Friday, 18 December 2020

PACKAGE SAFELY DELIVERED By Eileen Nolan

 

It was Belfast in the Spring of 1974. The “Troubles” had been raging for almost five years and had just claimed its 1000th victim. Bombs and bullets were part of everyday life. Paramilitaries were ever present with their intimidation and threats to their local population. The British Army were very obvious on the streets with their role to protect the people of Northern Ireland. 






On a dull Saturday afternoon, a 17 year old girl was walking home from the town centre. She had to walk that afternoon as all the buses into East Belfast had been taken off the roads as there was rumoured to be “trouble” in the Short Strand area and buses were a great target for those wishing to cause trouble. The problem for the 17 year old that day was that the only way home on foot was via the Short Strand area. 

Approaching Short Strand all seemed quiet then the shooting started! The recessed doorway of a locked shop provided the refuge needed until the shooting stopped and she could safely make her way home. 



I was that 17 year old and that was the day I decided to join the British Army!

Now, you may think that joining the British Army is quite straight forward – go into an Army Careers Office, get the information you need and submit an application form. But when you know that the Careers Office has closed due to the threat to both those manning such an office and to those walking into one, your options are limited.

The careers office at school didn’t have any information and I certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone other than my family why I wanted the information! So, off I went to the phone box at the end of the road and found the number for Palace Barracks in Holywood. The person I spoke to was enormously helpful. I had already told my parents that I wanted to do nursing when I left school so I asked about nursing in the Army. I was then sent all the information I needed about the QA’s.

After sending back the application form, there began what can only be described as something out of a spy novel! You see, the British Army was there to protect the local population and for someone to be seen to go into a Military establishment could put both that person and their family at great risk.

So, when I was invited for interview and a medical at Palace Barracks, I was given clear instructions on how to proceed…..on a specific day at a specific time, I had to make my way to the main railway station in the centre of Belfast. I had to go to the newspaper kiosk and buy a copy of the Belfast Telegraph and then stand a little way to the left of the kiosk. I was informed that I would be approached by a man in civilian clothes also carrying a Belfast Telegraph. Remember, I am 17 years old yet I didn’t think this was strange at all!!!!

I was only waiting about a minute when I was approached and was asked if I was the right person. Of course, the soldier couldn’t show me his ID as we were in the middle of a very public place but off I went with him! He took me to an unmarked car waiting outside with another man in it and thankfully, once I was in the car, they both showed me their Army ID.

Following my interview and medical, I was then driven in the same unmarked car past my own home and into the centre of Belfast again. I was then dropped off at the side of a road and had to make my way home again.

All information that was sent to me from Palace Barracks was in a plain envelope with no indication of where it came from. All this to protect me and my family but it didn’t stop there.

On August 9th 1974 when I had collected my “Queen’s Shilling”, I was taken to the overnight ferry to Liverpool. On arrival in Liverpool, I had to check into the Guard House for them to check I had arrived safely. I had been given detailed written instructions on how to get to Aldershot including train times etc.

On arrival at Waterloo, I had to phone the QATC to confirm which train I would be on and was told that my transport would be waiting for me on arrival at Aldershot. I was very impressed.

However, on arrival, there was no sign of my transport and I remember standing there with £2.50 in my pocket wondering how much it would cost for a taxi to the QATC as I had no idea where it was!

I needn’t have worried as only five minutes later, my transport arrived and I was delivered safely to the QATC. So began my QA adventure…….!


Eileen Nolan
Aug 74 - Sept 74 QATC
Sept 74 - Sept 75 Cambridge Military Hospital
Sept 75 - Feb 77 BMH Rinteln
Feb 77  - July 77 Royal Herbert Military Hospital, Woolwich
July 77 - Aug 78 QEMH, Woolwich





Friday, 11 December 2020

Waiting for War - A Nurse's Story. QARANC. By Kay Foster.

 

22 Field Hospital Bahrain Aug -Dec 1990

In August 1990, I was the Company Commander for Recruit Training at the QA Training Centre. From there, I was deployed to the Gulf with the second wave of medical personal, joining 22 Field Hospital in Bahrain. I was heading into, - to quote Saddam Hussain "the Mother of All Wars".

On our arrival in Bahrain, our group was split up, and we were accommodated in 5-star hotels around Manama, the capital of Bahrain. Week by week the British troops arrived, at first it was the Army, then the RAF. The RAF were to play a significant role in Gulf War 1 with the formidable Tornado and Jaguar planes. For security purposes, the top floor of our hotel was ring-fenced for British troops, which in essence became our bar. Alcohol was permissible in hotels for non-Muslims. Life was pretty comfortable for us for the first few months; accommodation was superb, we could venture around Manama, and spent free time exploring the souks and swimming in the hotel pool.

We did have to work however. We were bused down daily to RAF Muharraq situated near Bahrain International Airport, where 22 Field Hospital was established. Our route was never the same, as we were wary of a terrorist attack. Once at the Field Hospital we spent many hours training, having lectures and practising working in our Nuclear, Biological and Chemical (NBC) kit. These suits were lined with charcoal and on top of these we wore gas masks, rubber gloves and rubber boots over our outdoor military boots. The temperatures in Bahrain in August, September could rise as high as 39C. Climbing into NBC suits was unbearable and therefore practise time was restricted to avoid heat exhaustion. How were we going to cope with nursing patients? This added another fear to my knowledge that I was a novice when it came to working in a war zone. Sadden Hussain's reputation as a thug, bully, murderer was well known. How would we survive if he did use his weapons of mass destruction?



In Maharraq we set up our field hospital. Most of the hospital was established from the remnants of kit from the Second World War 51 years earlier! It was hot and dark working in the green canvas tents. White mesh was used to try and screen the tents from the intense Middle East temperatures.

The order was given that we would whitewash the green canvas tents to reduce the temperatures within, which it did by a degree or two. It was arduous work, and the theatre staff had a brain wave. They collected the fire extinguishers, somehow filled them with whitewash and sprayed them on the tents. This act of using their initiative was not rewarded with the order of merit, but punishment for misuse of Her Majesties property!



At first, the move to Bahrain was exciting, a new place to visit, we still had freedom, we could eat out, shop etc., and the Bahrain people made us feel very welcome. We got invited as guests to some of the local Bahrain and expatriate community for meals. However, there was always the threat of terrorist activities. After a while, it did get a bit tedious; we were waiting for over four months before the War started.

In due course, the American Medics joined us at our base. They arrived in style. Their hospital consisted of mobile containers with air conditioners, swivel chairs, pump up and down beds and all mod cons. All in all this made us feel like their poor cousins. However, The Americans had experienced a long protracted war in Vietnam, since the Second World War and their kit was state of the art. They were now well-disciplined, well-trained troops, very different from those iconic photographs of troops smoking pot through their rifle butts during the Vietnam War. 



Royal Navy Medics were stationed on the British Royal Fleet Auxiliary Ship Argus and could be seen not far off the shores of Bahrain. The Argos was used in the Falklands War and then in Gulf War 1 some ten years later. It had a 70-bed capacity and fitted with ITU facilities. 



Over the five months from August 1990 to January 1991 when Gulf War 1 started, massive deployment of military human resources and equipment from the allies was the largest since the Second World War. There was an anticipation of a brutal war from a ruthless man. The allies knew that Saddam Hussain had chemical weapons, he had used it on the Kurds in 1988. He was, therefore, threatened that if he did use chemical weapons on the allied troops, the consequence could mean a nuclear intervention.



I stayed with 22 Field Hospital until just before Christmas 1990, when I joined 33 Field Hospital in Al Jubail Saudi Arabia. Bahrain was the quiet before the storm. War has been described as “ many days of boredom punctuated with moments of terror" I was to meet the terror on the 17th January 1991, when the War started.


Major Kay Foster (Retd) QARANC.
 
I joined the QA's in 1977- 1994. My quest was to nurse, travel, have a career with adventures and excitement. Be stretched in my professional life, no two days to be the same - I am not one for routine. Some posting took me outside the hospital, as Inservice Training Officer, Woman's Services Liaison Officer, Expedition Nurse, Company Commander of NCO Recruit Training. I served in London, Hong Kong, Nepal, Germany, Wales, Canada, Aldershot, Peru, Falkland Islands, First Gulf War. My holidays in these global postings took me many other countries to include Communist China, Alaska, USA, Australia, Bruni, Cyprus, Europe, and countries in the communist Eastern Block.




























Friday, 4 December 2020

Murder Mystery at the QATC - Guest Dinner Night. By Jan Westbury


Well, what a dinner night on Saturday 28th November 2020!

Forty-three of us gathered for yet another virtual QARANC Association Jurassic Branch gathering during this Covid 19 pandemic. Here we are, all in lockdown, but it was not going to deter us from having some fun, even if we cannot meet after all these months of restrictions. Merrill Bate drives our weekly programme and tasked with coming up with creative ideas the Branch decided on a regimental style Zoom dinner with a twist. Wondering if this could be a strange affair, all sitting in front of each other just eating and all trying to talk, we needed to do something. Cue our renowned author Wendy H. Jones who wrote a murder mystery just for us, based on dining at the Queen Alexandra’s Training Centre, which most of us had attended in the ‘old days'.

                Wendy H Jones

Pat McKay and Marjorie Bandy preparing for the night.





The Jurassic Branch, being ambitious, invited our QARANC Association Chair, Col John Quinn and our Colonel Commandants; Col Carol Kefford and Col Kevin Davies with their respective guests. We were amazed they accepted and then panicked as it could have been a big damp squib. Would the IT work?









By the way, selfies are old hat now – screen shot pictures are all the rage in 2020.

The night kicked off with pre-dinner drinks and our Chair, Marjorie Bandy, welcomed everyone before an introduction to the night by Wendy and our usual fundraiser, a raffle held by our treasurer Dot Ritchie. Following the format and etiquette of a regimental dinner our secretary, Pat McKay, rang the dinner bell – when SUDDENLY, Brig Dame SG, looking like Cruella de Vil, was murdered! In came the local constabulary, Detective Inspector Karen Melling and Detective Sergeant Vivien Maiden, and it was time for the first course and more drinks.

And so, after Grace by Col The Very Reverent Terrence Fitzgibbon, the mystery unfolds. As the revelations continue it is apparent the QA’s serving and retired have been up to no good. The local constabulary could not solve the murder, so Chief Constable Wendy H Jones from the Scottish police had to be called in to reveal that Lt Col Merrill Bate was the murderer. This was a shock to us all, as Merrill was always seen as an upstanding QARANC officer with the highest integrity. Just goes to show!

The Murderer…….

Dame Sally was not all sweetness and light and it did not take us long before we moved on with the loyal toasts and speeches by the real Col John Quinn and Marjorie Bandy.

Well, it worked. It was a fun night, and everyone had made an effort to dress up and set the table mess dining style, but of course with a pc, keyboard and mouse on the table to be able to join in the virtual event.



Sadly, we had to cook our own food:

Pate with melba toast
Chicken/vegetarian casserole with vegetables
Lemon tart
Cheese and biscuits
Coffee and mince pies

Yes we had all cooked the same menu!

Of course no waiting staff, no mess sergeant to take control of the dinner; but Pat McKay did an amazing job of keeping us to the planned timings. No band either, but we did manage CD music at the right time: The Roast Beef of Old England at the call to dinner; the National Anthem for the loyal toasts to our Queen and our Colonel in Chief; finally the Corps March, Grey and Scarlett, over coffee and mince pies.

Well just like a mess dinner, after coffee everyone relaxed and the fun began. Although I can never remember everyone’s dogs suddenly joining us at the table in the mess! It was then most revealing to find that many of the guests had dressed in the zoom tradition, perfect from the waist up and rather relaxed from the waist down.

Yes slippers at dinner!

Who would have thought that three senior officers between them were wearing shorts and jeans, with two of them dressed in mess kit from the waist up. Still, no names here because as with all post mess dinners it was time to let our hair down. So, after an hour of reminiscing, time to leave Zoom and let our Zoom host, Kay Foster, go to bed. Phew, she did not have too many IT glitches.

List of Actors and Ranks for the Night (with a few promotions and demotions):
SG                                   Brig Dame SG
Wendy H Jones               Chief Constable Wendy H Jones
Terry Scriven                  Col The Very Reverent Terrence Fitzgibbon
Jan Westbury                  Lt Col Jan Westbury
Merrill Bate                    Lt Col Merrill Bate
Len Bate                        Wing Commander
Mike Kefford                  Brig Mike Kefford
Carol Kefford                 Col Carol Kefford
Domini Barrett              Major Domini Barrett
David Barrett                 Brig David Barrett
Vivien Maiden               Detective Sergeant Vivien Maiden
Karen Melling               Detective Inspector Karen Melling
Sue Shrimpton               Major Sue Shrimpton
Richard Shrimpton        Major Richard Shrimpton
Moira Dixon                  Major Moira Dixon
Judy Evans                    Col Judy Evans


Screen shot below of some of the actors and guests, many looking like they could have been the murderer!


At least with selfies one has the opportunity to smile.

On a personal note I would like to say that although our social lives have been severely restricted during this pandemic, Covid 19 has brought us closer together. Col John spoke about volunteering and how we are all volunteers and indeed as usual we were fundraising with our raffle. I felt as though I had a really good night out. Thank you to the Jurassic Branch and our guests.



Capt (Rtd) Jan Westbury on behalf of the QARANC Association Jurassic Coast Branch, known locally as The Dynamic Dinosaurs.