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ACF
- Army Cadet Force
Every tuesday afternoon and under the command of Colonel Dadson,
a retired Ex Colonel from the British Army, we paraded in
front of the school building for inspection. Our regiment
The Duke of Wellingtons consisted of approx 40 men from the
age of 13 to 17. We were as proud as any other regiment in
the professional army and our presentation was
to the satisfaction of the Colonel Here's
a couple of stories about the ACF from Howard Aspinall. .
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There was some kind of church parade in Gargrave. We practised
for ages on the Terrace. On the day, we had to march through
Gargrave, with the locals looking at us like idiots. I can't
actually remember whether we marched all the way down to the
village or if we were bused down.
On another instance we went out for an ACF exercise on the
moors near Barden Towers. Weather was wet and misty. We were
split into two groups, (we defended and the other group were
attacking) and had to camp out overnight in some nasty little
one man tent things. In the early hours an NCO got us up and
said we had to ambush the attacking side at a particular map
reference. Half asleep, damp, cold and hungry we groped along
single file behind a dry stone wall. Voices could be heard,
and we we instructed on command to challenge the approaching
people with rifles at the ready. On the command we stood up,
and shouted something (dunno what) whilst pointing our rifles
at them. We could now see the other people, as it was getting
light and they were only a few yards away. Unfortunately,
they weren't the opposing side at all, but a terrified band
of night walkers. Looking back now, it was quite funny.
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