ON THE MOVE


We moved to Dublin after seven months of drill and medical lectures in
barracks at Limerick.

After about a fortnight in the Portobello Barracks we crossed to
England and pitched our camp at Basingstoke. Here we had two or three
months' divisional training. The whole of the Xth Division--about
25,000 men--used to turn out for long route-marches.

We were out in all weathers. We took no tents, and "slept out." This
was nothing to me, as I had done it on my own when scouting hundreds
of times. It amused me to hear the men grumbling about the hard
ground, and to see them rubbing their hips when they got up. It was a
hard training. Still we didn't seem to be going out, and once again,
the novelty of a new place having worn off, we became unspeakably
"fed up."

Here at Basingstoke we were inspected by the King, and later by Lord
Kitchener.

Then came the issue of pith helmets and khaki drill uniforms, and the
Red Cross brassards on the left arm.

Rumour ran riot. We were going to India; we were going to East Africa
. . . some one even mentioned Japan! There was a new rumour each day.

Then one day, at brief notice, we were quietly entrained at