My father on his tape tells the following; The procedure of course was to call for volunteer officers to staff it, the madder the better, and one of our chaps Dick, Christian name Dick, quite a good friend of mine, and ideally suited for the job, joined the staff.Well, I went there twice and the first time, all officers I said, but the first exercise I was appointed as a section commander and had to attack a rather tricky little hill along a valley. And as we approached it, I saw Dick who, as a member of staff, therefore an umpire, I saw Dick ahead of me so I said to the chaps “Right come on boys” and started to move forward and suddenly was a tremendous BANG and Dick fell. I went up and knelt down beside him and he was covered in blood, and his eyes, I don’t know what way his eyes were, but he was dead. I looked up and another staff officer said “Leave him. Get the Hell out of here” and so off I went with my men and eventually captured the hill. Well that certainly upset me. And that evening after washing and changing I went to the Mess tent. I’d had, admittedly, a drink or two to steady myself, went late into the Mess tent and there were only two empty seats. I took one and I knew who the other one was for. Started to eat the first course and then I felt that empty chair being pulled out and somebody sitting in it. And when I turned round it was this rascal Dick! It was all part of the set-up. At the crucial moment he had burst a French letter of goat’s blood and splattered it all over him. Realism they called it." I wonder who Dick was and presumably from the Welch Regiment?