Swinderby 1970 Dekka and I are JNCO’s on n Flt and the intake is three flights …..and is cr*p. Bull night and inspection was so bad the Flt Commander threw their kit out of the window. Another bull night and guess who gets d**ked for the duty? Yep you live in. Trolls across at 1900 and its carnage. Absolute no hopers so I give them close direction and some muscular counselling for the next hour before our intake Sgt turns up to inspect. He is GD – old school – throws a wobbly of volcanic proportions and on they go again. He says to me Esp they are on GDT in the morning will you pick them up at 0800 and march them there. NP says I head back to the delights of the Perm Staff bar. Easy night and next morning a bit of a saunter across to the block to find no flight. Strange says I and wanders to the door of the block with “ooooonnnn Parade  and a few other tender words of encouragement. Nothing, nil, nada not a stir. I was by this time getting a bit leery so upstairs I went and around the barrack rooms. It was like the Marie Celeste – boots with yellow dusters lay on beds, small tins full of water bumpers in the middle of the room and a thin veil of polish on the floor. I was starting to consider that the Truth was really out there when I heard a whimper from one of the old tall lockers we used then. Esp the investigator quickly ascertained that there was a recruit in said locker and it had been locked from the outside, Fire extinguisher was more than a match for that lock and soon I had the story. Sarge was not happy with the block and kept giving them an hour to get it up to scratch, spending the in-between to consume a copious quantity of his favourite brown coloured sherbet water in the mess. About midnight he really lost his rag and ordered the room leaders to lock them in their lockers and then the senior man lacked the room leaders in their lockers and then he locked him in his locker and sauntered off back to the Mess. He only intended to leave them there for an hour but well got as missed as a fiddlers bitch and went home to his married quarter at around 2:30 knowing he hand the morning off. As a consequence 60 recruits spent their night in their lockers causing untreatable mental injury to most but not as much as to Sarge – yet another severe dig and fine, but as he said to me afterwards if you have not had at least 2 severe digs back in the day the real hard men DS would make you eat with the pigs