[James Casbolt]

Sussex 1985- 9 years old

The Working Group decide they have seen enough during counter-surveillance ops and decide to move in for a resque attempt. A plan is put together that involves sending me to a camp for a week in sussex. The extraction will take place here.
Jean and her Irish husband Wilf pay for the camp and I arrive with my bags in 1985. Children from all over the world are here and many activities are included in the course. Absailing, kanoeing, scuba-diving etc. We are divided into teams and we all share boy and girl dorms in the building. The centre is next to the sea in the area but no-one in the family can remember the name of the place. A helicopter landing pad is situated at the back of the building near the sea. The place is a lot of fun, especially being taken to a huge swimming pool for training by soldiers. A friend in the SAS told me about seeing my name listed on Navy SEAL training files, this may have been a SEAL/BUDS course at this swimming pool.
The children at the centre go through a 'trial-day', which means they are taken away from the centre early in the morning ( picked up at the dorm ) and come back a couple of days later with tales of scuba-diving and kanoeing adventures. Some are picked by helicopter on the landing pad and taken away by air.
My turn comes for trail-day and I am excited and nervous the night before. I took to one of my friends about my turn in the left corner of the room where we sleep and we eat sweets. I am picked up outside the dorm the next morning with my gear and taken out to the helicopter pad. A bird lands and a man in military uniform gets off and helps me on board. When we are in the air he says to me- "I've heard you are a very gifted young boy", we talk for a while until we approach a huge aircraft carrier type ship out to sea. We land and I am taken through a central building on the ship down inside. We walk through hallways with many people walking around. This ship is massive. We walk down a long hallway into a control centre. A man dressed in a white naval uniform greets us. This is John from Malaysia. I am very happy to see him.
Information is discussed between the two men that I can't quite remember. I am taken to a medical room for injections and health checks, then taken to a little cozt room with a bed in to rest. I look at the window at the ocean, I feel I'm home again. After a while I am taken from the room unto the deck of the ship. I am loaded into a fighter jet plane with two seats and we take off.