Shoreham Camp, October 1914 It was three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon and the men of the 8th. Batt "The Queen's Own", were coming off duty; there were however, still a few odd units busily drilling. A party of four arrivied at the gate and feered (?) Enquiringly round. The leader of the party was a Headmaster who had come to see one his last terms prefects, who had a second - Lieutenaney in the battalion. Alomost at once an officers servant, saluting, addressed them. "Have you come for Mr Smith, sir? He left orders that he would be in the upper field and I was to take you there." The party accompanied the servant to where Lieut. Smith was dismissing his platoon. "Platoon, diss-miss!" The men turned sharply to the right, saluted, and retired while their officer greeted his friends. "Would you like to see round the camp?" Of course they would! And they passed along the lines of tents to see the various features of the camp. Everywhere they met men hurrying about their duties, but each man, as he passed the officer, saluted. They passed a platoon drilling with a sergeant, at once the command "eyes right" rang out. The officers gravely returned the salute. Was the important person the boy who was at school last term? True he had been working for his Intermediate examination for a B.S.c. Of London University. There seemed an age between him and the man who walked beside them acknowledging salutations on every hand. The saluting was, of course merely a matter of etiquette, but later in the war it came to have a deeper significance for them as for everyone. "And for those who have given all, who have attained to saint-hood, for them we all raise our hands to the forehead in the grand salute."