Never Volunteer....

The army takes a fiendish delight in breaking up pals so we were moved in different groups to the North Camp across the road from the barracks so it was goodbye to Douglas Block. This camp consisted of wooden huts where the beds were three planks on trestles which just kept you off the floor. The really good thing was I could still get into town to see the wife and kid.


The army at that time was paying me the princely sum of between eight and ten shillings a week, and for that I had to stand on parade for an hour or so as they paid out in alphabetical order, and with my surname starting with 'T' I was well at the back.

The first and last brick I dropped in the army happened like this. We were on parade when the sgt. asked who could cycle. Amongst us, instantly, there was a show of hands including mine. I thought it would be a job of cycling around the barracks and delivering messages to the different offices. Then the sgt. picked me , and three others telling us to report to the stores. When we got there we found that our job was to clean and oil all the cycles. I vowed there and then never to volunteer again!

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