Military Madness

Re-enacters re-enact

From folk music to Kalashnikovs… well, not really Kalashnikovs, but second world war rifles and Sten guns.

Today was re-enactment day at Crownhill Fort, when questionable men in ill-fitting uniforms cavort with guns and grenades for the delectation of the milling throng.

And we were among that throng.

I learned a few things, which I’m not sure I needed to know.
For instance…

The rifles used at the start of WW2 were the same ones they were using at the end of WW1. Such dilitary progress would be unheard of now, when a six year old PC (like mine) is considered ancient junk and will doubtless command no re-sale value when I eventually get around to replacing it.

The development of the Sten Gun was a big advance, as it could clear a room more quickly than Simon Cowell, but without the thoughtless violence.

Allied soldiers used to dig a hole big enough to hide in when they knew German tanks were approaching, then when the tank passed by they’d leap out and drop a cluster of grenades into the back of the tank. They were awarded badges for each tank they took out.

One re-enacter told us how his uncle had died, aged 21, when he was a gunner on a British plane. He was hit by German anti-aircraft fire over Hamburg, by American guns stolen from American planes that had been shot down over, yes, you guessed it, Hamburg.

We went to Hamburg last year to visit some relatives. It’s a very wealthy city, lots to do, lovely waterways and canals, great train service, admirable recycling facilities, plenty of bicycle lanes that allow primary school kids to cycle to school on their own – cars have to give way to bikes BY LAW.

But I digress.

Crownhill Fort is always a good way to spend a couple of hours, and we even managed a pinic without being rained on, a welcome bonus on a bank holiday weekend.

Now it’s chucking it down. Some friends have invited us to join them for a day in Cornwall where they’re camping – in heavy rain and high winds.
I think we may be checking out the cinema listings tomorrow.

Even the guinea pigs are looking bedraggled.

About Beta Mum

Here you can find the ramblings of a trapeze artist turned journalist who ran away from the circus to join the BBC. Cathy "mine's a Kir Royale" Keir then spent thirteen years working in Jersey, Guernsey and Devon, before downgrading to what you see before you. She has contributed articles to The Guardian, The Stage and Television Today, Junior Magazine and both the BBC and Bad Mothers Club websites. She has two children who think women can’t be prime ministers. She blames herself.
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2 Responses to Military Madness

  1. Omega Mummy says:

    It sounds a fascinating outing. You are so good with all these trips, especially in weather like this. I have just lit a fire.

  2. Nearest we got to military re-enactment this weekend was watching that nice John Hannah in Murder of the Lusitania on telly last night. You put me to shame, doing all this. Sounds like you really make the most of your spare time. I’ve become addicted to blogging and can hardly tear myself away from my (also decrepit and obsolete) machine to do anything in the real world. Enjoy the rest of your time off. MaL.

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