These photos mean absolutely nothing to me. The camera belonged to my father. I may have been allowed to use it once or twice in my childhood, and I do mean that.
Press the shutter.
Give it back.
Wait for ages for the film to come back and hope to goodness I hadn't chopped off heads, etc.
Well this tug-of-war game was meaningful at the time, I guess. From memory alone, I am guessing this was taken somewhere at R.A.F. Khormaksar.