Tales from 16 Field Security Section Intelligence Corps

#1
A bit of history. Good reading.

In the spring of 1947 the camp security personnel, led by a Captain Kennedy, a pre-war Jewish refugee from Vienna, learned about an escape attempt from a ‘stool-pigeon’. Such people, who have in general a poor reputation, after all they betray their comrades, are an inevitable ingredient of security operations. They may do it to curry favour with their captors, out of malice towards fellow prisoners, for fear for their families, or for money, privileges or some other reward. They immediately become subject to official blackmail. As 16 Field Security Section (Appendix II), Intelligence Corps, was responsible for any external military security outside the jurisdiction of the camp, and had its HQ in the town of Wolfsberg, we were notified that an escape attempt was to be made on a certain date at or about midnight. The town was garrisoned by an infantry battalion in the former Wehrmacht barracks; I am no longer certain of the regiment, either the Lancashire Fusiliers or the East Yorks.

The camp personnel were a very mixed bag; they came from just about every regiment currently serving in the British Zone, some of them misfits posted from their original units to get rid of them. These caused a lot of trouble in the town.

Countermeasures

Officers from the three units, the camp, Field Security and the infantry garrison, got together to plan countermeasures. Because the location of the escape was not known, a decision was made to surround the camp with a company of troops, about 90 to 100 men. A platoon (30 men) was allocated to each one of the three sides of the perimeter of the camp; the fourth side, namely the ‘Bundesstrasse’, (now ‘Klagenfurter Strasse’) was guarded within the perimeter with camp personnel, careful, however, not to reveal any unusual signs of activity. It was considered unlikely that any tunnel would use the route underneath the main entrance compound, when there were much shorter opportunities available. However road blocks were established north and south of the camp entrance and a cordon on the far side of the main road.
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Any one recognise any of these fellas? OPSEC observed - this picture is open source. No names on here please.

 
#5
Me too; I took him in there when he was a Cpl on his A1 under false pretences as the NAAFI had shut one late night. He was v. nervous - first time in there, but the old barman did the biz. Blitzed, we were.
 
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#7
Used to go into the Mess in Ashford whilst on guard and play the bandits-sometimes managed to swipe some stickies off the night tray-I too recognise the chap on the right from his visits to Loughborough and the like.
 
#8
yeah I remember him, - that's whatshisname on the right, had a nickname opposite to his size!! didn't the guy in the middle run the museum in Templar? can't rem the bootie on the left. :) ah those were the days!!
 
#10
Definitely a very, very nice bloke. The bloke on the left is bugging me, I can't remember his name or where he worked, time to go through my back issues of the Rose and Laurel. This is a piccy from the R&L circa 1994 - 1996.

Not sure he ever had a nick-name opposite his size but I know that an even nicer bloke affiliated to the TA that was there at the same time (and now sadly passed away) and he did have a similar nickname.

At a guess Veggie will know who I'm on about.
 
#11
^ If it's who I think you are referring to I didn't know he had passed away, very sad indeed. He would have been SPSI when "Skeletor" was PSI.

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#12
I don't think you should mention 'skeletor' the very mention of his name send quivers of fear through me even now!! NEEEEEE!!!!

PM for you ref the other one.
 
#13
^ I shall tell you a Skeletor story. Pull up a comfy chair and make sure you have an open bible, some garlic and a pistol full of silver ammo ready, for I might summon him unintentionally in the telling.

Skeletor was in charge of our D&D (which as I've posted before was shared with the regulars at Ashford). Because we were pointless, scabby STAB mongs we were billeted out on St. Martin's Plain Camp, which is easily one of the most depressing, shabby and suicide-inducing army transit camps in the UK (an accolade, I think you'll agree). Especially in February, when it is like being in an Ingmar Bergman film, but in green rather than black & white.

Anyway, when we weren't at Ashford we would sit in our freezing Nissen huts and be beasted about by Skeletor, who was clearly enjoying himself even more than usual. His favourite saying of the course was "I'm about to chuck my fcuking teddie out of the pram!" which he hollered every five seconds when somebody wasn't moving their arrse fast enough for him (i.e. all the time).

So, at 0545: "GET UP! I'm about to chuck my teddy...."

Waiting for the transport to Ashford at 0630: "Get on the bus! I'm about to throw my teddy..."

Waiting for the transport back out of Ashford at 1630: Guess what?

This went on all week. Eventually somebody (it wasn't me although I wish it was) hatched a cunning plan. We were all having a drink with Skeletor and one of his old mates who had come down, for some bizarre reason, to sing us some songs. That's absolutely right, it's February and about fifteen TA blokes are sitting in a Nissen Hut in Kent with Skeletor, his mate, several crates of wifebeater listening to him sing. They don't show that in the recruiting adverts (MORE PEPPER!!!).

Anyway, for some reason Skeletor got annoyed about something (quel surprise! Skeletor was excellent value when slightly pished, a la the infamous Squad 49 Mess Rugby game at Ashford House WHICH WAS ALL HIS FAULT).

:: When I just typed that last bit I felt a chill breeze up my back and a strange scrabbling noise at the door...I must be careful ::

Just as he was about to utter the immortal words the assorted stabs revealed their secret weapons, a job-lot of about fifty fluffy, cute teddy bears which we all flung at him at once. The mighty Skeletor was felled by a torrent of cuddly toys. Well, to his credit he cracked up and gave that frankly terrifying smile.

When all's said and done I never met a stab who didn't actually really like Skeletor. Mortally scared of him? Yes.

I must go now, there is a spectral, hooded figure with a scythe and sexy gold-framed rectangular glasses floating along the corridor...

V!
 
#14
Top Story, Skeletor was OC Templer Trg Coy when I went through Ashford, and similarly I don't know of any Regs that didn't like him or didn't have respect for him, they were just sh!t scared of him and his, " NEEEE, so you think you good enough for the Corps, well you're not, NEEEE.

Apparently he was a great guy if you weren't a recruit.

Heard from recently retired officer that Skeletor did retire a few years ago, apparently because he couldn't bear to see the amount of crap recruits that the Corps was letting in. He thought the Corps was going down the pan and resigned in protest. He was alledgedly not the only one of his peer group to do this.

I'm not saying that recruits are crap now before I get a load of incoming, this was just alledgedly why Skeletor retired.
 
#15
TL moved to 'higher echelons' a few years ago, but I don't think it's him in the piccie - his moustache was bushier for a start !
 
#16
Spot on for both counts Froggie, the guy on the right is commissioned and close to where I am in deepest moornraker country, Went to TLs dining out at Ashford and it was a spot on night, he had all the ranks he had ever been running in order up his arms, which was quite a lot as he had been busted a number of times in his younger days! He is much missed.

Are we proving the theory wrong that the only people logging in here are either in Training or Walter mittys!

By the way, found the photo and accompanying story in 1994 R&L, page 33 for the story and page 44 for the photo. Doesn't give out anything about the bootie though, just his name, not where he worked, if anywhere in Ashford.
 
#17
Iknowyourname said:
Heard from recently retired officer that Skeletor did retire a few years ago, apparently because he couldn't bear to see the amount of crap recruits that the Corps was letting in. He thought the Corps was going down the pan and resigned in protest. He was alledgedly not the only one of his peer group to do this.
I've also heard this story, although being honest, that in no way means it's accurate. Apparently he also turned down his Lt Col, but that's graded F6!

As for the booty, he worked in Navy Sy Branch - nice!
 
#18
Iknowyourname said:
By the way, found the photo and accompanying story in 1994 R&L, page 33 for the story and page 44 for the photo. Doesn't give out anything about the bootie though, just his name, not where he worked, if anywhere in Ashford.
Yes the Bootie did work there, not exactly sure where, DISS perhaps? Both those characters were at Ashford when I was in training 93, if memory serves me correctly, or was it 95 for my A2, or perhaps even both.
 
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