Alarm on Pyla plateau

Ever Ready on the Pyla Plateau, Larnaca District, Cyprus

Pyla, Plateau, Cyprus

The shift starts 12 midnight exactly, our comrades woke us up at 11.45 p.m., and we struggle to our feet, sleep drunk, exhausted. Outside our ‘Nissen hut’ (Alu built structure, half-round shaped, used for accommodation and command), the wind is howling over the plains, it makes me shudder to think to be on patrol after midnight. In January the icy winds blow from the Anatolian highlands across the Cyprus strait, and covers the island with a blanket of chilled cold….

The following nights, days, we keep to our routines, 6 hours duty 6 hours readiness and sleep. If there is no problem we can rest within the six hours, though community service is still asked of everyone, and that includes scrubbing floors, kitchen, bathrooms, etc. Although not much physical activity is required, one begins to feel exhausted, mentally, the close space living together with others creates tensions.

Pyla, Plateau, Cyprus, cont…

Radio communication is set at every full hour, just as my colleague takes his seat the control call comes in ‘Nicosia to all report’. I grab my FAL NATO rifle, full gear, recounting what I wear, for the exterior is chilly , at winds reaching strength 10 at some point, the cold creeps up fast. 1 Cotton undershirt, 2 warm long sleeves undershirt, 3 Cotton over shirt, Army issue, 4 pullover 1, 5 Alpine pullover, 6 wind jacket, 6 PCs of clothes protecting me from the freezing cold wind.

I relieve my colleague from his post, and the sub-zero temperature gust hits me straight in the face. This must be the coldest night experienced on the plains.

I am fully awake by now, and climb up the ladder that leads to the look-out sentry. Trying to get accustomed to the darkness I grab the binoculars to survey the area under our scrutiny. Nothing unusual I gather, the wind is pulling on the trusses and supporting steel cables, making it squeak and moan. I can not remember when such a storm has blown here before.

In my six months of duty I find the cold has gone worse day after day, and in the H.Q. as here we use Kerosene pressure heaters in our sleeping wards to keep warm. The resulting fumes are still in my nostrils, and I can’t help thinking that the fumes are a health hazard. No one cares, as we have no choice, if you don’t want to wake up frozen stiff..

All my life I remember this to be of a unique, moist cold that cuts to the bone and marrow of one’s body. I think of my life ending up in these remote parts of Cyprus, what made me enlist to the service. And the wind rattling goes on and its howling is eerie at some stage. It is 12.30 AM past midnight, a loud voice cuts through the storm, the shadow below I recognize to be that of the Sub-Lieutenant.

He asks me to come from the observation post at once. I follow his order, take up position and salute ‘report no incidents, Sir’. The unbelievable happens, here, at 12.30 AM, in the middle of nowhere, he asks me to quote the ‘duty paragraph’s, including specific rules. Thinking to myself the man has tilted over, I nevertheless stumble all the points he refers to, leaving out some. He lectures me for 30 minutes giving me the focus of his career, how he intends to bring sanity in this platoon.

A moron I think to myself, what a moron. After he finishes, he abruptly turns back, asking me to return to my post, and vanishes back into his hut.

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