THE BRAVE ROYAL MARINE?

In the middle of winter, always in the middle of winter, Flag Officer Naval Air Command decided to hold Admiral’s Evolutions at RNAS Lossiemouth, otherwise known as HMS Fulmar.
Now, we are talking about the early 1960s.  In those days the Wrennery was a series of wooden huts, each attached to a long corrugated iron corridor. There was only ONE entrance to Wrens quarters, and that meant passing the Regulating Office AND Chief Wren Regulating’s cabin.  
In the middle of one night the Tannoy announced “Emergency Stand To!”  The rule was that all Communications Wrens had to go, poste haste, to man the emergency control centre in the signals building, which was quite a long way off.  All other Wrens were to remain in Quarters. We Communicators had agreed to meet up in the lobby and go the mile or so, in the pitch dark, together.  Safety in numbers!
Just as we were about to leave, the door of the Wrennery burst open and a Royal Marine, in full battle fig, rushed in, pushed past us, and we watched with horror as he ran down the corridor.  We were rooted to the spot as the Reg Chief Wren, who bore a strong resemblance to Grandma Giles, appeared.
“Chief, Chief, a Royal Marine has just run down the corridor and into cabin 10!”
“God Help Him!” was her reply.