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when I was in germany a Brown job serving with R>A>FG

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I,m an ex Brown job who spent 9Years attached to the R>A>F My first posting was to Wildenrath 1964 the exchange rate then was wait for it DM11.20 to the pound or put another way 24 Heinies or Amstels the ideal scenario for an 18 year old to go ballistic.I remember hot summers down at the pool looking at the pads wives,booze ups down wilders village at zum post eating spit roast chickens.Trips to monchen Gladbach on a bender ,Wegberg ,J.H.Q at the Queensway Club .They were brilliant times loads of money, being in probably the best posting anywhere ,and the bonus off being
under Wingco Tech wing meant no 2359hr curfews like the rest of the Army at that time.I feel sorry for all the new erks with only afghanistan ,Iraq and Falklands to look forward to.

Happy days never to return.
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Welcome ex BJ. :PDT_Xtremez_15: In my time in RAFG we got DM5.5 for a quid but it still bought lots of lubricant.
The chicken was eaten, it was the pad wives that were spit roasted, but that's probably best left for another thread. Pull up a sandbag and join in the banter, but don't forget to duck. :PDT_Xtremez_14:
 
I,m an ex Brown job who spent 9Years attached to the R>A>F My first posting was to Wildenrath 1964 the exchange rate then was wait for it DM11.20 to the pound or put another way 24 Heinies or Amstels the ideal scenario for an 18 year old to go ballistic.I remember hot summers down at the pool looking at the pads wives,booze ups down wilders village at zum post eating spit roast chickens.Trips to monchen Gladbach on a bender ,Wegberg ,J.H.Q at the Queensway Club .They were brilliant times loads of money, being in probably the best posting anywhere ,and the bonus off being
under Wingco Tech wing meant no 2359hr curfews like the rest of the Army at that time.I feel sorry for all the new erks with only afghanistan ,Iraq and Falklands to look forward to.

Happy days never to return.
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Welcome, Bob the BJ! I spent the early 60s at Bruggen. Did you go to the 21 Club at M-Gladbach? A phone at each table with the number painted on the wall next to it. 'Kilroy was here' on all the bog walls (whatever happened to him?). Or to Roermond, with Dutch Army national service privates on 1 Guilder (then 2/- or 10p) a day wearing hairy uniforms hanging round us hoping we'd buy them drink? Happy times!

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I'd not been in RAFG long when 'Arrold Wilson decided that the financial mess was quite enough and he de-valued the pound. It went from 11.20 to 10.63 and we were not 'appy - at all.

But the Amstel was tasty and the summer nights warm and long. Sunrise, when viewed from the drainage ditch at the side of the main drag (about 200m from the Border Bar), in which I woke up, was most impressive. So was the headache.
 
I'd not been in RAFG long when 'Arrold Wilson decided that the financial mess was quite enough and he de-valued the pound. It went from 11.20 to 10.63 and we were not 'appy - at all.

But the Amstel was tasty and the summer nights warm and long. Sunrise, when viewed from the drainage ditch at the side of the main drag (about 200m from the Border Bar), in which I woke up, was most impressive. So was the headache.

Left gut beginning of December 93 forces fixed rate was just over dm3 to the pound.
 
I'd not been in RAFG long when 'Arrold Wilson decided that the financial mess was quite enough and he de-valued the pound. It went from 11.20 to 10.63 and we were not 'appy - at all.

But the Amstel was tasty and the summer nights warm and long. Sunrise, when viewed from the drainage ditch at the side of the main drag (about 200m from the Border Bar), in which I woke up, was most impressive. So was the headache.

I spent New Year's Eve, 1962/3, in the Border Bar. And threw up in the billet bogs later. Now THAT was a hangover to welcome in the New Year!

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