Radschool Association Newsletter

Radschool Association Newsletter - Vol 5

31 May 2000

Page 8

Allan George continues his memoirs of the life and times of an RAAF Radio Apprentice in the mid 60’s.

In first year a typical day started at 0600 when we got up (there was a reveille call over the PA but if you slept in until then you were going to be late). It was then into the showers, clean your room, down to the mess for breakfast, then back and ‘panic’ the common areas (on Tuesday mornings we got a special panic because the CO inspected). The poor blokes who were on corrective training (CT) had to do half an hour of running, marching etc down to CPE and back again, starting at 0630. And in the winter this wasn’t much fun. As first year "brats" we had to make up a bedroll each day. Some guys had acquired extra sets of bedding and would just pull the bedroll out from their wardrobe and leave the bed made up. Once all the cleaning was done you changed into Battledress uniform for a short parade at about 0745 and then it was onto the buses for the trip into RMIT at about 0800. On Tuesday we also had the full RADS CO’s parade, so we started at RMIT a bit later. Somehow you also had to fit in sick parade if required.

The trip into Melbourne each morning on the bus was generally a relief provided you did not have to get on the senior course’s bus. On our bus, which needless to say was always the oldest, you could get a little bit of extra sleep (always needed), or check out the "talent" along the way, or sing all sorts of songs that hormone rich ‘men’ of that age did. Sometimes the trips were longer, many an hour was spent in traffic jams on New Footscray or Dynon Roads.

While at RMIT, our lunch was provided at the Russell Street Postal Exchange (PX) which was up past Bourke Street. This was a fair old walk so we would have the Russell Street Grand Prix each lunch time as we fast walked to the PX each day. (We were’t allowed to run, that was considered most un-apprentice like).

We departed RMIT each day at about 1700 arriving back at Laverton in time for a short parade, (another one). This was when the DIs handed out more CT for what they found, or didn’t find, in our rooms during the day. Eg. if they found you had not stripped your bed down to make a bedroll, you would find your bed linen scattered all over the room and you had some extra CT for your trouble.

Then we were marched to the Mess to get whatever the ‘thicks’ had left us. One night we were not marching well enough and our DI, one Fred Holtman (him again-tb) threatened us with half an hour’s extra drill. So-we played up some more, and sure enough we got it, however, by the time we got to the Mess, we were late, the evening meal was off (Fred was in for it) and there was no food left. They gave us freshly cooked steaks!

After dinner most of the young hormone rich lads would spend a precious half an hour of free time watching Denise Drysdale (Ding Dong) "go-go dancing" on some TV show. This was followed by 2 hours of compulsory and supervised study to 2100. We had the "rest of the day" free - to do our washing, ironing, spit polish shoes, write a letter home etc. If you had a spare five minutes you could duck over to ASCO for a coke and lime, no beer!! We also got a supper at about 2130. At 2200, I guess it was, we had ‘lights out’ piped, which just meant that was a signal for the senior course to start their night’s entertainment on the sprogs. It really was a full day.

Strange things you hear.

In a fish shop. "Can I have 2 dim sims, $2 worth of chips, 1 chiko roll and three potato scallops - no salt thanks"

As if the salt is going to hurt you compared to eating all that other stuff...

We went to RMIT for two years, but after the first year somehow life got a little easier, even if the studies didn’t. In our third year all our studies were conducted at RADS.

Being perpetually broke, we were always looking for ‘cheaper’ alternatives. Who could forget the "two bob" barber, FSGT Don McConville I think it was, a TELSTECH from RADS who came over every Monday night to give us hair cuts. He was pretty good too compared to Jack the Ripper who used to have his barber shop in the Service Station end of the ASCO canteen. Jack drove a white Studebaker Lark and had a sign is his barber’s shop which said "hair today, gone tomorrow’. (He had another one too-If your hair is not becoming to you, you should be coming to me-tb)

You may recall there was a hedge around part of the Mess and around all of the WRAAFery. Well that hedge had two purposes-but we’ll go into that next issue:

Allan’s memories will continue next issue.

"Conscience is what hurts when everything else feels so good." Nana V

Page 8