A long time ago, end of the sixties and beginning of the seventies, my grandfather, W/O Nortje, was the station commander of the SAP at Rand. The police office was was just below the control tower before they moved downstairs to be in the "reception hall". What a great place that office below the tower was for a school boy that was/is still mad about anything with wings. All your pictures bring back good memories. That was good times, my age was written in single figures. Nowadays I write my mental age in single figures, especially when it comes to things with wings.