Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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14 D.C.L.I.) had been encountered. What was thought to be ' ' hostile signals being whistled back and forth was really some kind of bird. When the objective was reached, a mass attack was launched against the Fort, held by the D. ' C.LJ., when, on a given signal, the cadets charged madly through the undergrowth, wildly firing blanks rom their .303 ' s. At night, the positions were changed, and the cadets defended the Fort. At the last camp, an added feature was hejid on Saturday even- ing, when a Feu de Joie was fired, watched by a large crov d of spectators. Rifle drill on the march was performed by a section of platoon No. 3, and prizes were awarded for shooting and either com- petitions. Finally, there is the last night, which is just as bad (or good) as ithe first, when practical jokes are played, until everyone collapses through sheer exhaustion. The next morning. Camp breaks up and everyone goes home to enjoy a peaceful sleep, which is very gratifying to most cadets, after a strenuous but enjoyable week. SL G. All Ant ' s Life at Saltus I am an ant named David and I am now writing at my desk un- der Stonehenge Rock, just below the hated humans ' Saltus Grammar School main door, which is over one thousand feeHers tall. Oh, ant-eaters! there goes the bell six times. This means a long trek. I hurriedly put The Ant Gazette away and walk out to the back door in our rock and wait for all the others to come. Then we start out, first came five soldiers and then about one hundred and fifty workers including me, and ithen about twenty more soldiers. We had walked about one antimetre when we came upon about four hundred more ants from Green Grass Territories, outside the schooil ' s east door. Then guess what happened? The humans came out for their break and we were just below their big steps when they came charging down, dropping paper and bread everywhere and also putting their great weight down on us little creatures, and killing at least one hundred; but we calmly went and started gathering up

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13 Now that the Garrison has gone, it may seem ibelated to thank Major Marsh for his fascinating account of recce work behind the enemy lines : and the cadets presentation to Brigadier Rice-Evans was destined to mark not merely our aippreciation of past assistance, but also fthe un- timely end of an era in Bermuda. J. L. M. Annual Cadet Camp The Annual Camp of the Bermuda Cadet Corp is usually held during the first week of the summer holidays. Attendance is entirely vo ' luntary, yet this ensures a large number of cadets in camp, some being recruits, but most of them veterans of previous camps, who re- turn partly for the fun of it all, partly because of an irresistible urge. Camp qpens on Sunday afternoon, during which the necessary ar- ticles such as bilankets and spare clothes are Issued. After an even- ing lecture by the Camp Commandant, everyone is supposed to go to bed, that is to say, the lights go out, at ten. The first night is al- ways the worst (or the best), whichever way one takes it), because hardly anyone is tired, and those who are, had better watch out. iFor the favourite trick isi to ease anyone who is asleep outside, and that boy is in for a rude awakening, especially if it rains. Early in the week, shooting on the .303 and Bren at 100 and 20ft yards is held, for which badges are awarded for accurate firing of each weapon. An assault course is also run down on the Range, in which a team from each platoon competes. The course is run up and down hilJ, and on the beaches, along which cliffs have to be climbed by ropes, and fences and other obstacles surmounted. At various pointte thunder flashes are thrown at the runners, who fire at tin plates at the end of the course with rifles which are carried with them. Tin plates are put up at 10.0 yards and points are scored accordingly for the number knocked down. Thursday is Visitors ' Day, when a Guard Mounting Competition is held, and also a Father and Son Shooting Competition. On Friday, a route march is made from Warwick Camp to Whale Bay Fort, which has provided some rather amusing incidents on oc- casion, for example, on my first march, half of the way was made through the hills of Southampton, where at one point my section was forced to take cover, when it was supposed that the enemy (the

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15 the bread crumbs (one hundred didn ' t matter). Pushing them back to Stonehenge Rock was hard work. X set to, and started heaving away at a large bread crumb with a spot of jam on it. I got half way home when I saw a light. I curiously went over to it and walked right into the trap. I dropped my bread crumb and ran, but I couldn ' t go for long and I fell down. Two of my friends hdlped me get up and carried me on their backs toward home, but we only got half way when they said they were tired and had to put me down. I finally got home (X don ' t know how) , and was told by a very cruel soldier on guard duty to go and pick utp my bread crumb, which I had left behind. I asked him if I could go and put some anitiderm pilaster on my burn (which, I was told later, came from a human ' s magnifying glass, a very hot weapon). He answered me in a very gruff voice, saying, No !, I gave him an awful look and got a boost along the trail by his foot. I started walking slowly back and finally found my bread crumb and was so tired, and my back hurt so much that I stumbled and fell all the way home again. When I got home and had pushed the bread crumb into the store room, I: went into my room and found my cousin, Fly- ing Ant, who had escaped from the human ' s Hamilton Hotel when it burned down. He was sitting reading the Ant Gazette which I had left behind when the bell rang, so we discussed the news together. The headlines were Over one thousand ants killed by humans , and I read aloud, Yesterday over one thousand ants were killed by a mechanical machine called a flit gun, which squirts a very poisonous gas called A.N.T. fluid. These ants were working very hard, trying to get a human ' s lunch tin back to their town called Anty, then they were suddenly being fired upon by their most mortal enemies, humans. A collection is being itaken at every home now for the relatives of the brave ants who died in the battle . And so ends my tragic story. I said good-bye to Flying Ant, and went to bed, dreaming about humans who were massacred by ants. A ;Df. FRITH, Form IV L