
The transmitter hall
We were guarded by the Ceylon Army.
On this occasion I woke up and decided to have a walk about. I went from the billet to the transmitter hall which was next door. On leaving the transmitter hall, a voice called out “Halt, who goes there!" I saw the Ceylon Army sentry clearly about 10 or 12 feet away, as the site was always well lit at night. I replied “ Don’t be daft it’s me”
He responded “Halt who goes there” and this time I heard the sound of his bolt inserting a round into his rifle.
I called out “Friend !!”,---- he replied “Advance friend to be recognised”
I am glad he did recognise me when I advanced and that we were well protected.
On this occasion I woke up and decided to have a walk about. I went from the billet to the transmitter hall which was next door. On leaving the transmitter hall, a voice called out “Halt, who goes there!" I saw the Ceylon Army sentry clearly about 10 or 12 feet away, as the site was always well lit at night. I replied “ Don’t be daft it’s me”
He responded “Halt who goes there” and this time I heard the sound of his bolt inserting a round into his rifle.
I called out “Friend !!”,---- he replied “Advance friend to be recognised”
I am glad he did recognise me when I advanced and that we were well protected.

The guard hut in the distance
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