Peter John Dolan
RAAF No 11 Armament Apprentice Course
Peter died from Brain Tumours, Aged 50, On 27MAR1992 (SMH)
Peter, was a very popular member of our fraternity, and remembered for his love of motorbikes. When he bought his first Honda 4 in Malaysia about 1965, he used to park it outside 77 Sqn Arm Sect and dismount by leaning it against the wall. For those who didn't know Pete, he was diminutive in stature and seated on the bike he could just touch the ground with his toes. Many mornings he called out for assistance to get off, until he found the knack of leaning it against the wall.
Peter was the last to see the end of our Ubon attachments, and came away with the famous sign that adorned the Armament Section there. He brought it back with him to Williamtown and mounted it on the 2 OCU Arm Sect wall, where it was subsequently stolen and bolted to the rafters in 76 Sqn (See below)
a lovely guy Bill Riley
I served with Peter Dolan in Butterworth. He was an 'older' singly who enjoyed his work and had a great sense of humour...particularly irony. Loved the Goons, motor bikes and those fantastic trips to the Air Weapons Range Song Song. When the powers that be decided to clear the gunnery target area (sand spit) of spent 30 mm rounds after a close call with a ricochet which nearly took out a Mirage, prompting the pilot to exclaim incredulously "The target is returning fire!", Peter volunteered to lead the push and oversaw the job. We had to sift the sand to about 18 inches deep over the whole spit. A good job made better by a good boss. Pete formed the Song Song Sand Sifters Society of which I was a proud foundation member. We also took a bicycle ride to Thailand for the weekend which caused a bit of a stir. The round trip was over two hundred miles and Peter kept up with us all of the way. Not bad when we were ten years younger and in top condition then.
Peter professed to like me for my irreverence and careless lack of concern for my career. I liked him for his integrity. He let me know once that he could not stand one of his troops who happened to be a good mate of mine. I kept my mouth shut and waited for the blow up at AER time. The report was fair, honest and entirely without malice. That's when I saw him for the man he was and to my good fortune, we remained mates from then onwards. He was a family friend and had an avuncular relationship with my kids. I don't miss him every day but when I do, it is with a sense of gladness that he was a part of our lives.