I think that, like a lot of girls, she had just reached that age when having fun and going out with boys was more important than school. Emergency drill was carried out on the ship quite regularly, and whenever the sirens went off we had to run to our muster stations and put on our life jackets. Two weeks after I'd joined the army, Dad ended his own army career after twenty-two years and two-hundred-and-seventy-two days, and the family moved back down to our home town, if one could call it that, in Pembroke Dock.' Leslie Rutledge (b.1953). This time, I would stay put for three years, which would be my longest attendance at any one school. After about a week, Dad managed to get us into some private accommodation in Mody Road, near Whitfield Barracks, just off Nathan Road. It was over a year before Dad managed to arrange some private accommodation so that Mum could join him in Trieste, this being a small bedsit in a street called Via San Francesco d'Assisi, which was close to the city centre. Dad got The Weekend magazine and Titbits, which was full of bikini-clad beauties, and Mum got herself Woman and Woman's Own. Because my Mum and Dad were living in private accommodation amongst Italians, they quickly picked up the language, and later on in life would always speak Italian to each other if they didn't want us kids to know what they were talking about. We spent a lot of our free time at the amusement arcades on or around the pier. Above: Vicky married Baz in Malvern Wells in December 1968; there was a buffet lunch afterwards at Wood Farm Camp. In 1960, Dad got a car from somewhere. The visitors were Chelsea, and on the day of the match there was a big stink in the newspapers because most of the Chelsea team had sneaked out of the hotel using the fire-escape stairs and had spent half the night boozing downtown. It was too cold at that time of the year to swim in the sea, though. One of the cartoon stories in The Beano was called "Tom, Dick and Sally about siblings who lived with their father, who they called "Pops". In Part III of his story for parts I and II, which span the family's time in Wales, Trieste and Perham Down, Wiltshire, see above, see below for parts IV to XI, and for his personal observations on an army childhood, click here Leslie describes. At the beginning of October 1964, Dad came home and told us that he was going to Borneo, which surprised us as we were only three months off leaving Singapore and a tour of active duty was normally for four months. When we arrived at the flat, I remember Mum going into the kitchen to check it out; when she opened the cupboard under the sink, hundreds of cockroaches ran out all over the kitchen floor, which made her jump, and we all panicked a bit. Shortly before that, Dad had learnt that he'd been posted back to Germany, and that our next stop on life's long road would be the large Royal Engineer stores depot in Willich, which lay between Krefeld and Mönchengladbach. The factory was about 10 miles from our house, and for the first couple of months I went to work on the bus. It was the first time that I'd won an individual medal at sports, but I no longer have it (I never knew what happened to it it was probably lost on our many travels).