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procedure". Our instructor professed himself satisfied with our keenness and our efforts. Before long we were allowed to practice with the men on an exercise, and everyone was very happy when, having become proficient enough to do this, the Colonel conferred on us the honour of manning Headquarters as signallers.

We took part in several exercises, and there were no shirkers on these Sunday mornings. Indeed, there was competition among us as to whom would be chosen, and at times it was really a sacrifice to stand down in favour of someone else, everyone was so anxious to be really proficient. Does this sound like "trumpet-blowing"? Perhaps it does, but it truthfully outlines things as they were.

We were broken-in the hard way. Two empty rooms were placed at our disposal at Crossways, vacated by men of "E" Coy. and from which every vestige of comfort (if ever any had existed) had been cleared. Our furniture was just a couple of trestle tables and a few hard and narrow forms - nothing else. Somehow we never got round to the "feminine touch" here. The place suited our purpose, which was to become, to all intents and purposes, Home Guards. We had no pin-up men on our walls.

Morse was a fascinating subject to us all, though it did prove a stumbling block to a few. It is not necessary to go through the various forms of our training, as it is so well-known to those who may read this book. That we did train hard, and profit by it, is proved by the fact that, when we, with the men of Signals Section, went in for a competition against eighty-nine other battalions, the 32nd came third from top, with 84 per cent marks. The four of us chosen to take this test were very proud to be so chosen, and we made up our  minds to act as a team and not to "let the side down".

We were all genuinely sorry when Sergt. Callow had to leave, in the early part of 1944, and, as a token of our appreciation, we combined to present him with a book on the Home Guard.

One evening in particular stands out as being pleasant. It was summer and the weather had actually been hot. So much so, that Lieut. Hampson, who was to take our parade that evening, decided to take it in the open air, and the rendezvous was Stubbers Green. We must have looked like evening picnickers perched on the rocks there. In reality we put in some good work, for Lieut. Hampson handed us all a question paper, and the sun was sinking and the air becoming chilly when we eventually came down from the heights.

It was Lieut. Moore who, personally, took us in hand after the departure of Sergt. Callow, and we are grateful to him for his unfailing good temper and forbearance. There have been times when a deal of "chattering" has developed, but with his well-known smile and a quiet "Now, ladies", he brought us back to the matter in hand. Miss Morris, too, has been deservedly popular. She has never displayed the "heavy hand", but has been comrade as well as leader.                                                                                     (......continues.....)