I recall being pulled from a course for deployment to 'somewhere'. Due to the tense diplomatic situation several deployment zones were set up in various countries, some of whom did not wish their compliance with coalition forces in the operation to be made known; I was deployed to CP4. Even the cleaner's cat appeared to know that CP4 was Akrotiri, but officially we were not allowed to be told, we were to pack for any eventuality so we were prepared when we got there.
The range of kit I got as a result was just ridiculous, leaving little if any room for civvies. Had I been definately going to a more forward location I wouldn't have needed (m)any, but going to humble Akrotiri meant staying in the mess which still enforced dress regs. What to do, what to do. I gambled 75-25 on it definately being Akrotiri, left behind a lot of the desert stuff and packed accordingly.
Arriving in Akrotiri and being ushered into an arrivals centre behind the terminal I realised I'd gambled right, but nobody confirmed it, not even the nice Flt Lt lass who did the arrivals spiel and handed out the usual forms to fill in. So I had to ask...
"Maam, excuse me but can you ACTUALLY confirm I am where my deployment orders say I'm supposed to be"
"Which is where chief"?
"CP4"
"Yes, to anyone deployed to CP4, you are here"
"Thank you very much maam"
<Cue rippled applause from elsewhere in the room>