1942 - a pub on Newmarket High Street:
"After a while, one of the Yanks, rolled up one sleeve and addressing the barmaid said, "Say babe, what d'ya think of this tattoo?" "Very nice", said the barmaid. Troop Sergeant, Jock Munro, a regular soldier who had served in India and had extensive tattoos on his body, was standing close by, "Och! Yon's no a tattoo; here's a tattoo", at the same time rolling up his sleeve. The Yank then rolled up his other sleeve and the 'contest' proceeded in this fashion until they both stood, stripped to the waist. There was little to choose between their artistic chests, but when Jock displayed the 'masterpieces ' on his back, our American friend, for that is what he had become, conceded defeat and insisted on buying drinks all round. There, for all the pub clientele to marvel at, was a full hunting scene on his lower back with the pack of hounds chasing the fox, whose brush only was visible as he disappeared out of sight. Across the full width of his shoulders were the flags of all nations in full colour, a wondrous sight to behold." "Young Bertie", the memoirs of Bertie McCully (A Squadron).
Jock is on the list of those who attended the 23H reunion in 1959 (presumably coming over from Canada to do so).