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For generations of servicemen and service families, the name NAAFI (Navy, Army and Air Force Institutes) has meant more than just a shop. It was a lifeline of familiarity and comfort, wherever in the world the Forces were posted.
My own relationship with NAAFI began in the second half of the last century. As part of a service family, its presence was woven into my earliest experiences of moving between garrisons and bases. On arrival, there were always three priorities: find the post office to send word home of safe arrival, seek out the library for essential information and, most importantly, locate the NAAFI families shop to stock up on essentials.
As a young boy in Berlin in 1963, I remember riding the tram with my mother along Heerstrasse to Reichskanzlerplatz (now Theodor-Heuss-Platz) to visit the NAAFI families shop in Summit House. Later memories include sipping coke floats outside the NAAFI shop at Rasah Camp, Malaysia, and visiting the Sandycroft Leave Centre on Penang Island. In Hohne, Germany, our local NAAFI was housed in the imposing Roundhouse — a former Wehrmacht officers’ mess transformed into a food hall, gift shop, and clothing store.
I to have fond memories of working the corporation having g worked for them in Hemer,Hameln,Shloss Neuhause,minden,sardinia,Colchester, Benbecula and EFI during the first gulf War.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much for your comment. That’s quite a list of postings—Hemer, Hameln, Sardinia, Benbecula, and even the Gulf with EFI. It’s good to know someone else who remembers “the Corporation” from the inside.
DeleteIf you ever feel like jotting down a memory or sharing a photo, I’d be glad to include it in a future post. The aim here is to preserve the everyday side of NAAFI—what it felt like to work there, not just what it looked like.
You’re welcome to drop me a line via the contact form on the blog if that’s easier.
Best wishes