As the inevitabilty of Nasser, President of Egypt in the mid-1950's and beyond, stealing the cotrol of the Suez Canal from its legal international registered owner, the British, and the likelihood of him using the British money given to him to help build the Aswan Dam on the Nile to buy arms from Russia to equip him to fight the Jews, the fevour-pitch started to grow in the West.  We had long had troops on the Suez Canal and Palestine and they had been there since 1947 more or less dating from the onset of the Jewish State of Israel being formed, much against the wishes of the Arabs. British troops were to be withdrawn from Egypt by June 1956, and the British bases were to be run jointly by British and Egyptian civilian technicians. Egypt agreed to respect the freedom of navigation through the canal, and it was agreed that British troops would be permitted to return if the Suez Canal was threatened by an outside power. When the threatener was Egypt/Nasser, the protagonists, Britain and France took action.

I myself ended up in Egypt, in the Canal Zone in the late summer of 1956, when the French and the British decided to clip Nassers wings.  I was in the flag ship Tyne carrying the flag of the naval commander Vice Admiral Dunrford-Slater , and the overall officer in charge at Suez,  General Stockwell: C-in-C proper, was General Keightley based in London.

Throughtout 1956, trooping flights were used to change forces in the Canal Zone around, and in the middle of February there was a great sadness, a mega-tragedy affecting our boys coming home after their stint in the Canal Zone just a couple of months before the British withdrawal.

This is the story in outline https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1956_Scottish_Airlines_Malta_air_disaster

However, the UK Press told a more detailed story which I have shown here. I published this story in 2014 hence the date in the URL below.

167226 (2014_04_27 10_59_44 UTC).jpg  To manage this file, your computer will have a built-in magnifier. Just click on search and key in magnifier, and then use it to read the newspaper article without much trouble.

True, it is a long time ago, over 60 years, but dying on one's homeward journey after having done one's duty, must have been a gut-wretching experience for loved ones waiting back home with much expectation and joy. In 1957 I flew to RAF Luqa in an RAF aircraft from Hendon North London, but wasn't aware of this tragedy.  I wish now that I had been, and that I could have paid my respects at the cemetery.  I flew back home after 18 months in Lascaris Communications Centre in 1959 and might have been circumspect had I know of this dreadful crash within minutes of taking off in exactly the same type of aircraft I was sitting in.

I trust and hope that they are commemorated as a group [an incident] here n the UK, possibly at somewhere like the National Aboretum.