RAF Radio Introduction Branch
During the Second World War an organisation known as the Post Design Services (PDS) was formed at the Telecommunications Research Establishment (TRE), Malvern, Worcestershire to provide a direct link between the designers of electronic equipment in the laboratories and the service users in the field. The organization was manned by civilian scientists ("Boffins") and serving officers and worked predominantly in the fields of airborne radar and ground-controlled interception (GCI). In 1946, PDS was disbanded and a successor organisation, the Radio Introduction Branch (RIB), was formed at RAF Medmenham. In 1952, the RIB was renamed as Radio Introduction Unit (RIU) and became responsible for the introduction into service of all airborne and ground radio systems. The unit had a complement of ten officers dealing with airfield approach aids, airborne tail warning, Doppler navigation, weapon aiming and airborne interception for aircraft such as the Javelin, Brigand, Valetta, Venom and Meteor. The unit moved to RAF Benson in 1977.
RAF Medmenham circa 1974 Air view
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