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    Operation Orangutan
    Operation Orangutan
    Operation Orangutan
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    Operation Orangutan

    By William G. Dick

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    November, 1962.
    Lieutenant Commander Ed Douglas has only six months of his seven years' national service left to serve when suddenly he is whisked from his position manning the Royal Navy Marines Careers office and into an exciting new operation: Operation Orangutan.
    Together with a group of Army Royal Marines and Royal Navy, and an eccentric civilian interpreter and guide, Poopalu Negri, Ed must enter the depths of the Malaysian jungle and try to capture a console panel from the Russians and face his most dangerous mission yet.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAustin Macauley
    Release dateJul 3, 2017
    ISBN9781785547805
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      Operation Orangutan - William G. Dick

      William G. Dick

      Operation Orangutan

      Copyright © William G. Dick (2017)

      The right of William G. Dick to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

      Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

      ISBN 9781785547782 (Paperback)

      ISBN 9781785547799 (Hardback)

      ISBN 9781785547805 (E-Book)

      www.austinmacauley.com

      First Published (2017)

      Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd.™

      25 Canada Square

      Canary Wharf

      London

      E14 5LQ

      Acknowledgments

      First of all I would like to say thank you to the Royal Navy where I served my time being twelve years plus five years with the N.A.A.F.I (Navy, Army, Air Force Institute) serving on-board Her Majesty’s British Warships, also the personnel that I had the pleasure to meet.

      Secondly as I prepared this manuscript in freehand, Mr David Thompson from Edinburgh and Mrs Aileen Douglas who resides in Galashiels. Both of these parties contributed to the word processing therefore, I give my thanks to them.

      Additional thanks to all of my friends who consented to the use of their names within this book.

      And finally a big thank you to my wife Pamela Dick who had to put up with me and my long hours throughout the duration of the preparation of this manuscript.

      Chapter 1

      November 1962

      Walking along Dunfermline High Street at 0800 hours on a cold November morning isn’t the best way to start your day on the way to the ‘office’ This was a small two room shop on the ground floor of ‘Royal Navy Marines Careers’, or so said the sign said above the front door.

      When trying the door a Chief Petty Officer jumped up from his desk to let me in, as the office didn’t open till 0900 hours. I was part of a team of five in the two rooms allocated to us, and two rooms for the Royal Marines.

      I was in charge of my team, a Lieutenant Commander who had only six months to serve of my seven years National Service. The reason why I did seven years was because ‘Joe Public’ only did three years in the Royal Navy but the navy would put you through a degree if you gave up an extra four years to serve them.

      If you qualified i.e. no student loans or debts, you received board and lodging and a small monthly salary to keep you in beer tokens etc. I thought that was a good idea, I’ll give that a go, I thought, and a commission was thrown in too!

      The team included Chief Petty Officer Taffy Jones, always moaning because he was a Welshman stationed in Scotland. ‘Drafty’ was responsible for sending people up north, and Scots and Northern Irish down south to Plymouth or Portsmouth. I think it gave them a twisted sense of humour to liven up a boring office job!

      The Petty Officer was a ‘chalky white’ a dour Scot from the Highlands. I was a Scot from the borders so wasn’t far from home. As a single man I only went to see my mum and dad occasionally, other times I went to Edinburgh a couple of nights a week to see the delights of Rose Street and Leith Walk or to the Service Club in Inverkeithing.

      The shop wasn’t too busy if we got five potential recruits a week and two Royal Marines was a good week.

      Wednesday was unusually busy when a Mini-Bus from the ‘orphanage’ came and boys from ‘broken’ homes (Dr Bernardos was our best customer!) We took them from fifteen years when they left school. Boys 15-16 went down to HMS Ganges at Shotley near Ipswich, boys 16-17 went to HMS St Vincent near Portsmouth,17 half+ went to HMS Raleigh in Devonshire at Plymouth. Older chaps were sent to Bath Street, Glasgow.

      After Taff brought me my first cup of coffee he knocked on my door and said, There’s a midshipman from Dalgety House (home of the Flag Officer of Scotland and Northern (FOSNI)) wanting to see you.

      Glad of a visitor, I told him to bring him through. In marched a young, fresh faced midshipman (trainee officer) seventeen if a day, saluted. I told him to sit down as he handed me an Admiralty Fleet Order about to change to a Defence Council Induction. It told me to go to St Margaret’s Church in Dunfermline at 1300 hours today and I would be picked up the Admiral’s Flag officer (secretary) Duffy, to wear civilian clothes. I signed it and handed it back to him. He stood up, saluted about turned and marched out into the cold morning air. I looked at my watch, 1010 hours, I needed to nip back to my flat

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