On a wet day early in 1975, with the wind howling across the open expanses of this once American air base, now home to the Army's Queen Division, I stood in the corridor outside the Commanding officer's office and waited. My features were a mask as I tried to hide the fear that ran to my very core. The weather that morning matched my situation perfectly. Wearing my khaki no 2 dress, the white chevrons of my rank stood out on both upper arms, while the ribbon of my General Service Medal added a splash of colour to the dullness of the uniform. As no charges had yet been laid against me, I was allowed to wear