I departed on my first op on Anzac Day, 1968. Lifting off at dawn, I could see lines of troops coming down for the service. Weeks later we were told of a new op to the north. It needed a name. Two of the officers decided on ‘Coral’, the girlfriend of one of their mates. They had a good laugh. She must have had a reputation! I never knew Coral, but it’s a historic name now.