C.S.M. Ernest William Fereday
        Army Service No. 5334942
ERNEST WILLIAM FEREDAY
        28TH MARCH 1916 - 24TH OCTOBER 1995
[LS78-8] Middle bottom row, a European 
        West African Sergeant with a Nursing Sister, I think her name was Bunty.
        
        [LS78-9] Bottom row end photograph is me sitting on, believe it or not, 
        the toilet, with an empty beer bottle in one hand and a large bladed knife 
        in the other which I quite expertly knocked the cap off with. I am wearing 
        my bush hat there, which incidentally I still have. On the back is written 
        - Ernie slightly canned at 18 B.G.H. Madras, India.
        
        One day I was called into the office and my Commanding Officer said 'My 
        boat was in' this meant my time had finished, 12 years in the army and 
        I could go home. "Would I go home or sign on and stay there?" 
        Unfortunately, at that time I was very depressed, (after six years, four 
        of them abroad) I had a very strong desire to get home and finish with 
        the whole thing. My biggest mistake in many ways, I think.
        I accepted the 'boat' and therefore travelled home to get discharged from 
        the Regular Army.
        It so happened that on arrival, I found two young ladies who were billeted 
        as it were with my foster parents, they were working in a local factory 
        and one of them I was very attracted to. After a few months of courtship 
        we became engaged and thereafter married. We honeymooned in Folkstone, 
        in Sheraton Avenue where close to there, many years before, I was stationed 
        in Shorncliffe 1934-1937.
        After several years and two daughters later I went through a period of 
        longing to get back into the army and tried to do so. I don't know if 
        you remember me saying that I was downgraded to B1, well this meant that 
        I would have to go for a medical inspection to see if I was fit enough 
        to go back in due to the medical records it was doubtful. I asked for 
        an x-ray at Wheatley Head Injuries Hospital which then existed, a wartime 
        institution and I went there for this x-ray. I asked the Officer what 
        chance there was of getting back in and he said 50/50.
        Unfortunately, I was turned down and I never did get back in although 
        my application had been received, I had my rank back, a registered number 
        allocated to me and posted to the 'Dorsets' but as I was turned down medically 
        that was that. I was still determined to keep in touch with the army and 
        I went to the Territorial Association and made an application to join 
        the Territorials. Although downgraded I was accepted and I joined the 
        90 AGRA at Shippon, Abingdon. They were called the REME - Royal Electrical 
        Mechanical Engineers. I was given the rank of Staff Sergeant.
        
        [LS80-1] This large photo is of a camp and the TA in its early stages. 
        In the centre of the back row, wearing an open neck shirt and in civilians 
        is Arthur Giles. At the time he lived next door to me at Robsart Place, 
        Cumnor. He was the eldest son and I persuaded him to join but after a 
        few weeks turned it in. Most of these lads are local lads mainly from 
        Abingdon. On the left front row is Sergeant Major REME regular, a TA Officer 
        ex regular, Commanding Officer in civvies in the centre. The one next 
        to him is an Electrical chap in charge of all electricals etc, radio and 
        what have you. He, in fact, owned a record recording shop in George Street, 
        Oxford at the time. The next fellow is the officer in charge of all the 
        supplies for all the group, he was Ordinance Officer and then myself.
        
        The group all in uniform this time. With the exception of one or two, 
        many of these fellows had seen active service in many parts of the world. 
        One outstanding chap and I say that with meaning, in the back row, he 
        was a regular guardsman and he was attached to my TA Unit. He was an enormous 
        size, in fact all his equipment was doubled, it had to be specially stitched 
        together to fit him. The webbed belt around his waist was the equivalent 
        of tow belts normally worn by anyone else. I am sitting on the extreme 
        right, front row...
        
        A group again of our Unit from Shippon. We are shown in the front of a 
        large gun. At that time I knew quite a lot about it but now I have forgotten 
        most of it, even the calibre of the gun. On this occasion I am third from 
        the left on the rear rank.
        
        [LS881 & 2] As was usual with the TA we would have one drill night 
        per week then there would be a week-end attendancies and training schemes 
        or on the rifle range and then once a year we would go to the annual camp 
        for a fortnight. On this occasion we were at Chickerell. Then we went 
        a few miles outside where there was fairly rough country. A demonstration 
        was given by the TA supposedly of their efficiency and ability to recover 
        vehicles that had got into severe trouble.
        Top left is a photo which shows a vehicle being pulled back up out of 
        a very steep gulley. In actual fact, it had been pushed down there deliberately 
        and everything had been laid on for all the Brass Hats and all the Top 
        Dogs and all the members of the Units to see this vehicle pulled back 
        out with the then latest equipment! A great deal of trouble was taken, 
        stakes were hammered into the hillside, pulleys passed through and coupled 
        up to a winch on a recovery vehicle on the top of the hill and everything 
        was set to go. Unfortunately, things that were laid down in the book do 
        not always work out in practise. Here again it happened, with a ping ping 
        ping all the stakes were pulled out of the ground and there was just no 
        way that that vehicle could be hauled up by winch. The ground was so soft 
        it would not hold the stakes to allow the pulleys to go through. Eventually, 
        amid a great deal of laughter and cat calls all the troops were mustered 
        and went down and actually pulled that vehicle up by hand. It was just 
        one big laugh.
        It could have been pulled out with real practice and knowhow coupled with 
        past experience instead of resorting to the procedure as laid down in 
        a book.
        The second picture actually shows the vehicle being manhandled to the 
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