Then we lived in an atmosphere of drill – I don’t only mean the drills etc and general training that he was going through, but at home: books on drill, books on everything, Morse codes, other codes, German military handbooks of all sorts and so on. Also great books on War – German and English. It was a characteristic touch that an entirely unknown man in the Regiment whom he found was living some way out of London and who could not find a good shakedown after late drill anywhere was brought home to sleep here.
The sham fights [i.e. exercises.] and things of that sort in Richmond Park he really enjoyed…
(Kittie Calderon’s memoirs)
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