– Denis Morgan recalls Army life and his love-hate relationship with Kilworth Camp –
By Denis Morgan
Rifleman or NCO Section Commander, in the Infantry Corps you all go through the same hardships. You could say that we slept around in Kilworth. We slept in the forest, eaten alive by midges and flies, we slept in two man bivvies at the foot of Flagstaff Hill in the month of December with snow on the ground. We slept in the target shed, we slept in trucks and we slept in trenches. But of course we didn’t sleep!
Trenches were the worst, although we had a little portion of the trench as a sleeping bay, covered with a poncho where we attached our pack rations. One night, during an attack, two thunder flashes were thrown into our trench and the lad in the sleeping bay got his great coat on fire. But he was okay once we rolled him around in the muck a couple of times!
Rommell O’Reilly, our Company Quartermaster, was none too pleased and tried to charge the lad for the loss of his great coat. Didn’t happen and it could have been a lot worse – we had a very light pistol and 6 cartridges in the sleeping bay and full of magnesium, they could have gone up!