On another occasion, at another year's camp for The Army Emergency Reserve (AER - similar to the Territorial Army), a squad of men, together with an officer were travelling in a 3-Ton troop carrier truck along one of the streets in South London, when we realised that we had missed our turning.
I was sitting in the left front seat, with the driver on the right. I looked out of my side, he looked out of his and we agreed that we were clear behind. Unfortunately a car had pulled up right behind us and as soon as we moved there was a bang and a tinkle of broken glass.
When we climbed down to have a look we found that we had reversed into a Rolls Royce. Both headlights were broken. The car was chauffeur driven and he dismounted to sort out the paper work with our driver, drawing maps etc.
In the back seat of the Rolls was a very aristocratic looking couple, an elderly lady and gentleman who did not move one inch. They sat bolt upright. The business of sorting out the problem was obviously nothing to do with them. Elizabeth paid, as usual!
At one of our summer camps in Chester the Regt. held a sports day. I was talked into running in the 100 yards sprint. I was probably the oldest and most unfit in the race and naturally came last.
At the same camp we also went to the nearby Army Ranges in North Wales to practice Small Arms firing. Range discipline was rather lax and a party was halfway between the firing point and the butts when firing started. Luckily no one was hit.
We held a sweepstake on the result of the rifle practice, which I won, so honour was satisfied. At the end of 1956 I completed my service with the AER and received my discharge certificate. I had enjoyed the experience and the pay was very useful.
Ron Levett, 2001
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