I have almost certainly posted this dit elsewhere, but it doesn't hurt to repeat it. Back in 1960, Episkopi, the last place I ever saw a permanent radio room within the Commcen - working to Malta, Benghazi and Tripoli, with all UK traffic to Libya coming through at night, as there were teleprinter circuits to both Libyan stations in daylight hours from Malta. During the day there was some Morse traffic to them, but mainly from our HQ.
My personal Morse hero, a National Service TG Op. Christmas Day. I bimble into the radio room where he is sitting on the desk, feet on his chair. Right arm round a WRAC lass who is sitting on his lap holding his copy. His right hand held a glass of whisky as well. He is sending with his left hand almost behind his back at about 22 wpm (I could manage to take about 18 at the time, though it wasn't my trade, so was able to give a pretty good guess). Under normal conditions, as long as the op at the other end could handle it, as Morse definitely 'takes two to tango' he could do 32. All the ops were good because of the fact that unlike most TG Ops, it was the 'day job', but this guy was a natural.
My personal Morse hero, a National Service TG Op. Christmas Day. I bimble into the radio room where he is sitting on the desk, feet on his chair. Right arm round a WRAC lass who is sitting on his lap holding his copy. His right hand held a glass of whisky as well. He is sending with his left hand almost behind his back at about 22 wpm (I could manage to take about 18 at the time, though it wasn't my trade, so was able to give a pretty good guess). Under normal conditions, as long as the op at the other end could handle it, as Morse definitely 'takes two to tango' he could do 32. All the ops were good because of the fact that unlike most TG Ops, it was the 'day job', but this guy was a natural.