I passed out of JLRRA in Jul 90, got posted to 4 Regt RA at the end of August and went almost straight into Ireland training. Had a rather dry and uneventful 18th birthday in Tin City and deployed early in Jan 91 for 6 months.
At a weedy 10 stone, the sight of the Mill after a day on patrol humping all kinds of ECM gear plus the batteries it all needed was a welcome one, only to have to get up those stairs to our rooms was another effort in itself!
Praise be to the chefs who kept the hotplate on for egg banjos, no matter what time you came back into camp from patrol. Also remember a couple of covert insertions to the chippy on the way back from the VPC on shift changeover, a rare but welcome treat!
My favourite memory of the place was sitting on the helipad waiting for the Wessex to pick us up to go home. Everyone else had left on the Chinooks and then I spotted my future brother in law coming up the helipad for day one of his 6 month tour. I had great glee in saying hello, followed by the inevitable 'STAG ON"
i remember the senior ranks hogging the sun beds,remember lugging LSW,antler,chest webbing and spare batteries upto the top floor!and i remember a certain someone blowing up the surrounding countryside of R12 by accident!! physically demanding tour but the photos brought back some good memories!
Apparently at the very centre of the Mill was an MFO box lid that held all the million and one other box lids and pieces of plywood up. It was said that if it was ever removed BBK would collapse. Fact.