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Probably, the most inspiring hour of all - in fresh air, happily - was the Dive Bombing Attack, which became an Imitation Dive Bombing Attack. Fog prevented flying, nevertheless our Instructor, a very charming old gentleman of the schoolmaster ("stinks") type, took us out to see the very special "airplane observation and defence trench". It was Y-shaped, but they "hadn't had time to camouflage it yet". Observers would man each leg of the Y to ensure all-round vision; and bolt into one or the other safe leg if enfiladed by the airplane.

A few students were placed in the trench. "Now," said our mentor, with sublime and beaming seriousness, "now I'm afraid we will have to imagine a 'plane is coming over. Gather round the trench and watch how the occupants behave. There's the 'plane, now. Up there, see! It's circling round - must have spotted the trench, by Jove, what? It's coming down - now for it! Nine thousand feet! Eight thousand feet! Seven thousand feet - that's right, you spectators, make a noise like an aero engine. Buzz-z-z-z. Jolly good show! Five thousand! Four - now for it!

 

- it's going to make a dive bombing attack. See to your machine guns, boys! Three thousand! Two thousand . . ." But there it stopped, for I could stand the excitement no longer and shouted out : "For God's sake don't shoot, Major, it's one of ours!"

Finally, the most beautiful exercise of all was the night march on a compass bearing. Three syndicates were to be formed, one for each of the school prismatics, but as I had taken one with me I was allowed to form another syndicate. Possession of it also appeared to suggest that I had some knowledge of its use, and my party was duly blessed and launched into the stilly night. Believe it or not, we were only five yards wide of our objective after three miles across open country. But it was not so much due to compass proficiency as to our highly developed sense of smell. We easily adjusted our five yards error and walked happily into the warmth and cheerfulness of the "local".

It's a grand course if you don't weaken. And there is not a stink in the length and breadth of the kingdom but will remind all "Old Boys" of their Dear Old School.