My memories of our short stay in Belgium are as follows;
40 Field Squadron Royal Engineers [about 120 of us] of 37 AER at Osnabruck; packed up for an excercise sometime in May 1952, and drove into Belgium arriving just outside Lier.
We set up a tented camp with MT lines etc. on the south side and close to the moat of Fort van Kessel , which was not far from Lier.
As the only draughtsman in the unit, my job was site survey and pegging out for what were were told was to be a new stores depot for NATO [had NATO only recently been formed then?]
I think some of our drivers were trained on earth moving equipment; not sure how many as nearly half the unit was qualified to drive; maybe only the drivers qualified on Scamells and the bridging 6 tonners we had.
The site had already got rail sidings laid off a main line; and standing there was a diesel shunter driven by some lads from Detmold Military Railway [have found on line, that this shunter moved to Longmoor, UK in 1956]
Evenings out, most of us went to Lier. It was possible to have 49 standing in the back of a Bedford 4 x 4. On my birthday in early June, Brian Greenwood and I went to the best hotel in town and had a great meal: Chicken soup served in a large silver bowl with a lid on a special trolley; whole small chicken [one each] with new potatoes and fresh vegs; then stawberries and real cream, and washed down with a few Martini's. Later that evening we went to a cafe also in the main square to join others, then at midnight started eating again, ham eggs, and chips with a beer. I could not do up my belt by nearly two inches after those big feeds.
For those of you old enough to remember those days, that was a banquet!
We got extra money for being away from base, and I think we got nearly 40 Belgium francs to the pound, so we had plenty to spend.
I had a couple of weekend trips to Antwerp and Brussels, including a visit to the site of the Battle of Waterloo.
In Antwerp, I happened on a special event and saw King Boudian pass by; the only member of any royal family that I have ever seen.
The nearest cafe to our camp was along Karperweg to the west end of Fortstraat; and here was a small cafe with a massive jukebox that almost touched the ceiling; the whole building shook when it started up.
That was a fun time, bearing in mind that England still had rationing.
We returned to Osnabruck sometime in June, and was off to Hameln bridging camp a few weeks later.
Anyone else there in those days.