IN WITH THE CHICKENS
As Remembered By Charles Agar
While serving as an RAF Police Dog Handler at 128MU Abu Sultan in ’49 our Section was moved from the MU to the Domestic Site about 2 miles away, which suited us as we then had no problem getting to the Mess for meals and it was also physically healthier as on one’s night off it was possible to sleep on your bed rather than under it as anyone serving there at that time will recall that it was not uncommon for the odd bullet to fly around at night and a canvas tent doesn’t tend to slow it up much en route to it’s destination.
Anyway we ended up patrolling the Domestic Site instead of the MU. Now the Army Colonel had his residence on the perimeter of the site; a nice bungalow with a little garden at the back. One of our handlers was patrolling with his dog off the lead (not me!) and his dog disappeared into the Colonel’s garden. There was a loud squawking and Taff rushed to investigate. His dog was in among the chickens and he was just hauling the dog out when he was challenged from behind. There stood the Colonel, pistol in hand, pyjamas at the slope. All he could see was Taff’s backside sticking out of the hen-run.
He must have been a decent chap because he accepted Taff’s excuse and apology and nothing more was said about it.