For those of us of a certain age, and we are getting fewer by the day, I have just learned of the passing at the weekend of Samuel McCorckle Hart, a legend among us, who was the Basic Training Corporal to many on this forum in the 70s and later still to those who were there during and after OP STABLES, post 1986, the Section Sergeant Major in the Regimental Security Section at 9 Sig Regt in Cyprus. The circumstances of his sad passing are a mystery at the moment but no doubt they will filter down in the following days. It is very easy to say that we have had some characters in the Corps, but Sammy was one of the best. I have so many memories of this wizened Glaswegian with a ready wit and a liking for the amber nectar. One perhaps that will remain with me from my time at 9 Sigs with him goes as follows: The policy for all new arrivals to the Regiment was that on their first working day at 0730 hours, all new arrivals would report to the Regimental Security Section on the first floor of the Technical Building (before we moved into our purpose built Security Control Post) to receive an induction briefing from the Sergeant Major or either of the two SNCOs. Here they would be given a defensive briefing on what they could say if questioned about the Regiment etc and were also warned about their behaviour, and in particular the dangers and perils of drinking alcohol in a hot climate. We also knew that it was customary for all new arrivals to be taken down to Ayia Napa by their new Troop the night before and to get them so pi--ed they could hardly stand (and many couldn't) One sunny morning, a young 18 year old Signalman was invited into Sammy's office and when it got to the part about watching how much they drank, promptly puked up all over Sammy and his desk !!! Sammy was obviously livid and scared the young man sh-tless with his bollocking before telling him to report the following morning at the same time to clean up the mess in the office with his toothbrush. (Little knowing that Sammy- being Sammy, cleaned the mess up himself). Come the following morning I was standing outside the office, the door firmly closed to us, with the scared and shaking young bleep - telling him his career was over and to prepare for the worst. Sammy shouted out at the top of his voice, so all in the corridor, including the OC 3 Sqn, USO and RSM's wife could hear and emerge to see what was causing the furore - he cried out "March the miserable young Bastard in Sgt HS" - and as the door was flung open, there was Sammy sitting at his desk with a respirator and helmet on and a large plastic sheet covering his body and the desk - as he greeted the young miscreant with "Sit Down Son-we'll have that wee talk now - Tea or Coffee ?"