We were victorious at the Seely Live Fire Competition and were indeed gilded with the laurels of victory! 🇬🇧 Mr. Lincoln’s Hibernian Horde could not impugn our honour. Six muskets held back the feverish toil of twenty frothing Fenians. We are also grateful the fine gentlemen of Secessia for their steadfast support.
Our marksmanship, rate of fire, manoeuvring, cohesion, and zeal were unsurpassed. Under the tutelage of Serjeant Major Gibbons, the direction of His Lordship, Major, the Lord Rivers, the haberdashery of Pvt. Mellem, the ardor of Pvt. Morgan, the wit of Pvt. Franey, and the fastidiousness Pvt. Strathmann, we carried the day.
Her Majesty condescended to visit our quaint match and thanked her 44th Regiment for their efforts. God Bless Her!
Absolute honour to play underneath Maj. Stuart James this afternoon for the Blind Veterans, some 40 years after our own DoM Maj. Denis Burton played underneath him at Kneller Hall #britisharmy#bandoftheroyalwelsh
A letter written by a soldier during WWII to his sweetheart back home.
I've missed you very, very much since that last night we were together, and will hold that night specially in my memories years to come.
I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately.
I've read your letter through at least four times, and will probably read it more times before I'm through.
I've been sitting here, looking at your picture, and getting more homesick every minute.
I've wanted that picture more than anything else I know of,
except of course, you yourself.
I keep thinking of you darling, keep wishing I could be home with you.
I want to leave in the worst possible way so I can come home to see you but; things don't look so good on that subject.
This war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone I guess, I've never been so lonesome in my life as i am right now.
I'm completely lost without you darling.
I never realized I could miss any one person so much, I just hope it wont be too much longer until I'm able to be with you again; and live a sane and normal life."
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Martini Henry Mk.III, 🇬🇧.577-450 MH caliber. This particular rifle is dated 1879 and marked to the Queens Own Canadian Hussars. 🇨🇦 It is also marked to the Quebec/Montreal Papal Zouaves, where it ended up after the regiment sold off their MH rifles. Pictured with some original ammunition, reloads and a fairly scarce conversion socket bayonet from Snider to Martini Henry.
Continuing on with our theme of memorabilia and historic artefacts that forged the 100+ year history of #thegaragechilwell we come to this.
A hat. And it's a very fetching hat too.
If you've ever seen a picture of The Guv'nor (Thomas Henry Barton OBE, the original founder of what became Barton Transport that operated from 1908-1989) you have more than likely seen him wearing one similar.
These peaked caps were first issued to Royal Navy Officiers in the 1820s to replace the bicorne and tricorne military caps (those things were awesome) and were then issued to enlisted men by 1908.
Here's one surviving 'Bartons' plated badged military styled peaked cap. These were provided to drivers and conductors up until around the 1960s.
Might be time for a resurgence in hats like this, I reckon 😉🎩
When I was in year 3 at school I was obsessed with the monkey bars. Maybe because I have disproportionately HUGE hands and feet for my height, who knows, but I was bloody good at them. Then one lunchtime, me and a friend snuck into the seniors' playground to use the higher bars that we had to climb a ladder to get to. I was showing off (no change there) and as I attempted some sort of foolish mid-swing-jump thing, I lost my grip and fell hard onto my back on the minimal wood-chippings that masqueraded as cushioning. I could see a load of teachers and kids panicking around me, but couldn't breathe or move for what seemed like forever, and it scared the hell out of me. Fast forward 10 years and I found myself at Sandhurst on the infamous assault course (glorified obstacle course but call it that at your peril. I learnt that the hard way). Half-way through, once we were wet and muddy with zero grip potential, we came across some particularly evil looking monkey bars. The paralysing fear of falling again was matched only by the equally debilitating terror of admitting to my Colour Sergeant that I was afraid. So I did it. And it was fun - if only because, six sleep-deprived days into Army training, I had finally found something I could beat the boys at. My point being - this #BlueMonday, challenge yourself to try something that scares you - the result might be a pleasant surprise. I mean, if today really is the worst day of the year, what have you actually got to loose anyway??! 😜 #challenge#goals