THE "BULL RING"
Near a certain town "somewhere in France" there is a large training
ground that is called the "bull ring." Here men from the Imperial,
Canadian, Australian and Newfoundland Forces are trained and instructed
in the various branches of the service.
The "bull ring" is about two miles square and is divided into sections.
Each section is allotted for the purpose of training a large number
of men in special branches of the service such as bayonet fighting,
physical training, bombing, trench warfare, musketry, wiring, machine
gunnery, topography, military engineering and the use of the gas mask.
The training for the gas masks is very simple. Each man is trained
to adjust his mask in a few seconds. After that he is tested, with
the gas mask on, by going through a small hut that is filled up with
lachrymatory gas about four times the strength of any gas that the Huns
would be likely to send over.
During the summer of 1917 the camp contained about 80,000 men of the
first British Army. In the morning each depot battalion would send its
men to the "bull ring" for training. They would usually arrive about
8:30 A.M. and would work up till noon. Then would break off to fall in
again probably about two. After that, an hour and a half was devoted
to lectures, etc. They would be marched back again about 3:30 P.M. to
their respective headquarters.
The training camp was admirably arranged, as it brought in close
contact the soldiers of the Commonwealth and the Dominions with those
of the Motherland.
Discipline plays a very important part in the training of the soldier.
Great care is taken to teach the men to salute properly. The officers
in turn must return the soldier's salute in the prescribed manner.
Each officer salutes his senior. A well disciplined battalion is easily
recognised by the smart manner in which the members salute.
The men must be shaved every morning, shoes shined and buttons
polished. Everything about them must be spick and span. They must also
appear in full fighting order. Standing steady in the ranks must be
strictly adhered to and all movements in drill must be done with snap
and precision. The small box respirators and P.H. helmets (gas helmets)
are often used during the P.T. and B.F. (physical training and bayonet
fighting). We also march on the training ground wearing small box
respirators and P.H. helmets alternately. This accustoms the men to the
use of the gas helmet.
Boxing plays a prominent part in the training of our soldiers, and is a
great help in the bayonet fighting, as it teaches the men the quickness
of eye and movement, which is as essential for a good boxer as it is
for a good bayonet fighter.
One of the many games that is a source of amusement and very popular
with the boys is known by the name of "McGrady." It is very simple but
it affords the boys a great deal of pleasure. The instructor forms the
men in a circle around him, each man being armed with his rifle and
bayonet with scabbard on. He then explains to them this very simple
game which gets their interest and also causes them to concentrate
their minds. The instructor will then say, "McGrady says, '_Do this_'"
and he then makes a point with the bayonet, all his class doing the
same.
If, however, he says, "McGrady says, '_Do that_,'" he will probably
make a short point and no one must move. If any man has made a short
point he must come out in the centre, take the instructor's place and
try to catch someone else off his guard. It is just the difference in
the words "This" and "That," and all depends upon the cleverness of
the instructor in being able to tell the tale to divert the men's
minds and be able to catch them off their guard.
Many of the soldiers who were undergoing training here had been wounded
and, after being passed as physically fit for the front again, were
trained with men who had never been up the line.
In some cases they were given instruction by an instructor who had
never been in the front line. Now when a soldier is wounded his name
appears on the casualty list. He is allowed to put on his left sleeve
a narrow gold stripe for each time he has been wounded, and the Tommy
is very sensitive about taking instructions from anyone who has not
these stripes. One incident that was brought to my notice will show how
sensitive Tommy is as to whom he has instructing him.
A certain sergeant, who had been gassed at Ypres, had also been
fighting in various other battles but, luckily for him, he had never
been wounded. Therefore, he could not wear the stripe. He was giving
instruction to the class on gas drill. Nearly all the class were
wearing a gold stripe for wounds received.
I was in the lecture room when the sergeant commenced his lecture, but
subsequently I was called away for a few minutes. Upon my return I
discovered that the lecture was practically at a standstill. All the
Tommies had turned their backs on the sergeant and would not listen
to him. They thought he had never been up the line and they resented
very much taking instruction from one who, in their opinion, had had a
bomb-proof job. I asked the sergeant what was the matter, and he told
me that he thought his class was under the impression that he had not
been up the line. I therefore allowed him, before proceeding with the
lecture, to relate some of his experiences at the front. After that he
had no further trouble with that class.
After a certain length of time training at the "bull ring," the men
are drafted and ordered to go up the line to reinforce battalions at
the front. I was given charge of a draft of 200 men. The men selected
were duly warned to fall in on the following morn at 7.00 A.M. at their
respective parade grounds. They were all delighted and, as most of
them had never heard a shot fired, they were anxious and keen to go up
the line. By 7:30 the next morning I had inspected the men carefully.
Afterwards they were inspected by the adjutant and the colonel. Each
man, I may say, had his full fighting kit on.
After a brief speech by the Colonel we marched to the railway station.
As we approached the station the French soldiers, who were guarding the
German prisoners that were working on the railway tracks, sprang to
attention and shouted, "_Bon Voyage, Bon Voyage_." When I arrived at
the station the railway transport officer met me and pointed out the
cars that we were to occupy. There was a canteen at the station run by
some English ladies, who were serving the men with cakes and dainty
slices of bread and butter and tea or cocoa. The ladies were all very
refined and were not paid for their services. They seemed to take a
great deal of pleasure in making the soldiers happy and contented.
As we would proceed along the railway and approach a nearby town the
little French children would shout out, "_Bon Voyage, Bon Voyage_,
Bully Beef, Bully Beef, Biscuit, Biscuit."
Our boys would throw them out the rations, which would be picked up
quickly by the poor French children. Upon arrival at the railhead each
man would turn in all the extra food he had not eaten and would then be
marched to the depot to be assigned to billets for the night. In the
morning the various drafts would be sorted out and sent to reinforce
their fighting units.
Here is an incident that occurred whilst I was in charge of a party
at the "bull ring." A sergeant was giving a lecture on musketry to a
class. He began in this strain: "The rifle is a soldier's best friend
on active service." After that he described the length of the rifle,
the length of the barrel, the muzzle velocity, the calibre of the
ammunition used, the width of the lands, the depth of the grooves,
and the mechanism of the bolt. He began to describe the care of arms.
To emphasize his point, he repeated: "The rifle is the soldier's best
friend and I want you to _treat it as such_. _Treat it as you would
treat your wife_. Rub it well over with an oily rag." This caused a
decided grin on the faces of the married men in the ranks.
We take great pains to train our men in machine gunnery. A barrage of
machine guns on any part of the line is always dangerous to the enemy
and is advantageous to us. Usually a barrage may be laid at distances
from a thousand to five hundred yards. The cone of fire is very deadly,
but when it gets as near as five hundred yards the trajectory, being
flat or low, is then dangerous to us if we stand up, so that we have to
be very careful how we work under it.
No soldiers in the world are fit to cope with the British soldier
in bayonet fighting. Their training is intensive, and a man must be
physically fit in every respect to be good at this element of warfare.
A good boxer is usually a good bayonet fighter, and I notice that in
the U.S. National Army there is great attention being paid to boxing as
a means of making the men proficient at this game.
I remember an amusing incident which took place in the "bull ring."
We had our bags suspended from horizontal bars by strong cords. These
cords had a thin piece of twine tied between each bag. The bayonet
fighters were placed in a trench, and at the word "Go," they had to run
a distance of about fifty yards, jump over another trench, and make
a lunge with a bayonet at the bag. One man, who did not notice this
twine which was between the bags, made his lunge, then ran between the
bags and did not stoop. The twine caught him right on the point of the
nose, taking all the skin off it, and throwing him back into the
trench. He could not realise how he had been thrown there, and it was
only after he had been assisted out of the trench and was led up to the
bags that he believed he had not been assaulted by some of his fellow
soldiers. He said afterwards he never noticed the string between the
bags.
[Illustration: Bayonet Exercise at a Training Ground Somewhere in
France]
Particular attention is given to all musketry instruction. This subject
is always interesting to lecture on. I was giving a lecture one day
on what we call the use of combined sights, which is only used when a
platoon or company fires at a range of a thousand yards or over and
they are not sure of the exact range. For instance, if I wanted the men
to fire at a given target, I would give a fire order as under:--
No. 1 and 2. Platoons at 1050.
No. 3 and 4. Platoons at 1150. Five rounds rapid fire.
I do not use the term yards, because it is understood that 1050 means
1050 yards and 1150 means 1150 yards. We would thus have a range of a
hundred yards between each platoon's fire, so we would be almost sure
to get the enemy in the intervening range.
I was taking my class in instruction and asked each man in his turn to
give "Fire Order." I was rather surprised when I heard a voice describe
very minutely the target, but giving the range as follows:--
No. 1 and 2. Platoons at half past ten.
No. 3 and 4. Platoons at half past eleven. Five rounds rapid fire.
I looked round at my pupil and asked him if he meant No. 1 and 2 to
fire at half past ten, and numbers 3 and 4 at half past eleven. He
said, "Yes, sir. You gave your fire order 10:50 and 11:50." I then
had to explain to him that my order meant yards, not time, and that
his time scheme would give the enemy time to retreat to Berlin before
firing commenced.
Physical training or, as it is called in the army, P.T., is the first
thing that a soldier has to undergo to make him fit for the arduous
life of a soldier.
One of the soldiers who was at the "bull ring" was a rather stout block
of a man. His comrades called him "Shorty." He weighed over 200 pounds
and his flesh was very soft, and when at P.T. I heard him groan many
a time when he had to get down on his hands and feet, stretch himself
full length without allowing his chest to touch the ground, and then
raise himself up and down on his hands. Poor "Shorty" must have been in
physical torture, but we had to reduce him in flesh, and he was game.
When he had to lie flat on his back, and raise his feet into the air,
keeping his hands on the ground without moving the body, it was very
trying. It looked simple and it is simple, but when a man weighs over
200 pounds, raising the feet from the thighs upwards and keeping the
other portion of the body level on the ground is no sinecure. However,
"Shorty" stuck to it. Then we had races one day for money prizes.
Someone asked "Shorty" to enter the race. He said, "Yes, all right, I
will, if I can get the limit in your handicap." This was assented to,
and "Shorty" entered.
When the time for the race arrived, he came out on the track in his
canvas slippers and a pair of old khaki overalls. Everyone laughed at
the idea of "Shorty's" running in this race. Certainly his appearance
was against him as a sprint runner. I asked him how he fancied his
chances were in his heat, and he said, "Fine, sir, I can win easy." I
believed him, although others laughed uproariously.
When the heat was ready to be run, just as they were getting on their
marks, "Shorty" shouted out, "You fellows behind can get a good view of
me as I break the tape." "Rats, Rats," his fellow competitors shouted,
"get on your mark."
When they were all on their marks, the starter told them to get set.
"Shorty" got down in a very professional manner. He had made two small
toe holes in the ground, and with his body bent to the ground he was
all ready when the pistol went off. "Shorty" was away like a shot out
of a gun.
Run! Why he seemed to fly for a short distance! All at once he slowed
down and placed his hand to his side, but all the same he painfully got
home first. Then he collapsed. The other runners were all curious and
could not understand how he had beaten them, but he laid it down to the
physical training, expressing grave doubts as to whether he would be
fit for the final. The final heat came along, and "Shorty" turned out
in his overalls. Somehow or other he had managed to dig up a pair of
running pumps and he sprinted around on them quite lively. Eventually
all the competitors got on their marks, but just before the starter got
them away "Shorty" shouted out, "Halloa, you fellows in the rear, have
you any news to send to your friends? Because if you have I would like
to carry it along for you."
This time there was a growl from the other finalists, who told him that
he would see their dust. After a lot of badinage they all got set, and
the pistol cracked. "Shorty" came home an easy winner, looking around
at the other competitors. He could have given a start to any one of
them and beaten them badly.
Later on we found out he was an old time champion sprinter.
In the training for "bombing" many people think that baseball players
are the best men for this kind of work. This is not so. The man who has
been used to bowling at cricket is the better man. Bombs are thrown
in what we would call a lobbing or overhead throw. I have seen many
baseballers throw the bombs in the same manner in which they would
throw the baseball, and have in a few instances seen their shoulders
dislocated in throwing. The cricketer on the other hand had the natural
and easiest manner of throwing the ball. Great attention should be paid
to bombing.
Every soldier should have the rudiments of learning in this branch of
the service, as it is essential that all soldiers should learn to read
a map and be able to draw a sketch of any trench or sector of the line
which they may occupy.
I remember examining some sketches that had been made by men who had
been given an outpost scheme in which they had to place what we call
our sentry groups, picquets, etc. One sketch that was submitted to me
showed a tree here and there on the sketch, but nowhere could I see
anything that looked like a road or even like an outpost. I had the
sketcher brought to me and asked him where his outpost was. His reply
was rather staggering. He said, "Isn't it true, sir, that outposts
must keep under cover, so that no one can observe them." I said, "Yes,
certainly, that is true, but still I cannot see your outposts." He
said, "No, sir, it is under cover, I did not put it on the paper as I
did not want it to be observed."