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13ushered into a large meeting room at the end of the building and instructed to take a seat.After a very short wait, a smartly dressed man entered the room and the murmurings ceased.%u201cGood evening. My name is Knapper. I will be responsible for you during your stay here. Before I start my presentation, I want to remind you that you are all here to be Her Majesty%u2019s hired assassins %u2026 anyone who is uncomfortable with that should leave now!%u201dAmazingly, five people did indeed get up and leave the room. I never found out who they were, but the following day %u2013 along with the other 90 teenagers %u2013 I began my 30-month training course to be an officer in the Royal Air Force.Alan HarrisA Jones too many%u2026.This may not be one of the most riveting or side-splitting 94 Entry anecdotes, but I would be surprised if it wasn%u2019t one of the earliest; my records suggest that we were attested on 28th March 1966, so this would have been the afternoon of the 27th.I arrived at the Junior Mess to be confronted by a uniformed figure of authority (who, I have in mind, was the much-loved and impressivelybewhiskered Sergeant Chris Atyeo %u2013 although this could well be a figment of my imagination), bearing a clipboard. I gave my name, said clipboard was consulted, and I was directed to my new home %u2013 Hut 153 of the South Brick Lines. There I met some of my fellow-inmates (who, I am semi-reliably informed, were Pete Spofforth, Ian Nixey, John Wilson and Hugh Northey), and the hut%u2019s mentor, Len Marshall.For some reason which now escapes me, 94%u2019s mentors were drawn from 92 Entry, rather than from the next-senior entry which was the norm. I was shown my allocated bed-space, and unpacked all my kit.No sooner had I completed this when the late, and very-much-