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2 9.30 am, Saturday, 6 February 1915, Mena Camp, Cairo, Egypt Stretcher-bearers Herbert Reynolds and Raymond Clarke ventured out to the pyramid camp at Mena to look over the major Australian campsite. They could see three large training areas, one each for the infantry, the Light Horse and the arllery. Transport and ambulance servicemen were adjacent the camp, while the Engineers were allocated stretches of desert some distance from the main camp. The visitors sipped tea at the 2 nd Field Ambulance mess room with mates. ‘It’s prey full on here, with the soldier boys,’ enquired Clarke. ‘Ever since they rst arrived, early each morning, the infantry marches out for eight hours or more, training. They split each baalion into companies and work them over. They rest up on Sundays, but they do enough of it the other six days to make up for the day o.’ ‘Not the sandhills – not those sandhills?’ ‘You’d beer believe it. All day long, in every valley of this part of the Sahara around Mena. They go for miles and miles around the pyramids, in lile groups or lines, advancing, rering, drilling or squangon haunches taking a breather next to their cone-shaped stand of ries, sll listening to an ocer barking instrucons.’ ‘You know where the sergeants are geng their training ideas?’ ‘No.’ ‘One of ‘em let on,’ explained Ray Clark. ‘I got told that drills and procedures come from a 1905 book, a Brish book – the Manual of Infantry Training .’ ‘So?’ ‘Well, this Manual uses training ideas to manoeuvre troops to a baleeld, within a baleeld and exing from a baleeld – so I got told – and the word is among the chaps who know something about ghng, that all this book stu and training is prey much inappropriate to the sort of ghng we’ll be doing over here – at the Suez.’ ‘No training in the use of bombs.’ ‘Nothing like what’s going on in France with all that trench warfare. Turning up here I thought I’d probably be galloping about on camels playing at being that Lawrence of Arabia bloke chasing aer some desert- ecked Bedouins.’ ‘Where’d you hear about him?’ Lieutenants, NCOs and sergeants gave open air (and varied) lectures on trench and tunnel digging, camouage, map reading and communicaons, arms maintenance, and ocers with medical backgrounds advised and warned of health risks, parcularly very infecous transmiable disease from unnecessary and unprotected womanising in seedy haunts. Lectures also included soldiering under re and conducng frontal assaults – and cooking. ‘All right,’ said the lieutenant. ‘Imagine the enemy is over at Tiger’s Tooth’, poinng towards the rst of a series of high jagged rocks prominently posioned in the sandy waste some ve miles west. ‘It’s not that dicult, men,’ he connued. ‘The rst wave sees and aacks the enemy, opening re and pinning him down. They wait for the second wave. Both waves advance together, covering each other, to within 200 yards of their line. Bayonets are xed and the charge is sounded, with oensive noises – any quesons so far?’ ‘Then,’ the ocer said, without pausing, ‘The third wave comes up to give chase to the retreang enemy.’ The men departed the ‘school’, not necessarily any the wiser. “It sounds prey easy, eh?’ ‘Wouldn’t the sand be so, training in those hills?’ ‘You’d beer believe it, especially in heavy boots wearing full kit – to harden them up. There’ve been a few deaths.’ ‘How’s that? There’re no Germans.’ ‘The wind. When the aernoon wind comes up it’s oen freezing, especially if your back has been soaked in perspiraon from all the marching – that’s when the pneumonia gets them. Although, come to think of it, a couple made a mistake with explosives and one poor blighter got kicked in the head by a horse.’ ‘Doesn’t sound like too much fun in all this sand.’ ‘I don’t think it’s meant to be. There’s a war on – somewhere. It’s prey much combat training around here, with mock bales going on every day up and around the pyramids, the forced marches, shoong and arllery pracce.’ ‘Throw in a scue with close order drill, rie exercises and musketry – and I feel like a soldier.’ “Yep, ries and bayonets, then bayonets and ries.’ ‘Nothing like those dark Frenchies, the ones from Algeria and Senegal, whose bayonets must be at least a foot longer than ours.’
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