In the UK there are two big differences between the air force and the other military services. The army and navy are stationed in big towns, cities, or deep ports. And when personnel are posted, they go en masse. By the regiment, battalion, shipload, or whatever.
But the air force are stationed somewhere flat, in the middle of nowhere. Many bases are in East Anglia. Boring agricultural land, where there’s nothing much to do. And postings are on an individual basis.
I’m Len Yeats, and I married Pam soon after I joined up. We quickly got into wife swapping; today it’s called swinging. Middle of nowhere? Not much else to do? Buddies who you only get to know for a year or two, rather than a lifetime? You get the picture. We took a break from it when Trudi was born, but not for long.
Pam enjoyed the travelling and we had a lot of fun in Cyprus and Singapore, especially the spicy food. But for my final three years’ service, I ended up back in boring East Anglia. Trudi started at a good secondary school, and it had been getting harder to keep our activities from her. So we made a serious promise. No more sex outside marriage. It wasn’t difficult. We’d sown our wild oats, were ready to settle down, and didn’t know a soul there.