From Unfit to Fit by A.C. Brokenshire
Stark naked, I shivered.
Outside from where I waited, armed soldiers simulated
warfare. They scurried around a network
of excavated practice trenches.
It was almost my turn for a three-hour physical
examination in a dungeon like, military tent at Higher Barracks, Exeter which boasted
one single antique stove down its far end.
‘You’re next, Drake,’ an officer instructed a recruit,
who was close enough in front of me that I enjoyed his body warmth and could reach
around his torso for extra, if needed. Drake
dutifully peeled off the line, as more men behind me shuffled forward.
I was at the front.
‘Open wide,’ the medic said.
‘Ahhhh,’ said Drake as the medic peered into his
mouth. I made a mental note of this as
it was a sensible response.
I took his place, then was told,
‘Up on the scales.’
I stood as tall as my five foot seven could reach. The medic dropped a measurement bar to my crown
and extended a tape measure from the floor to my chin. This I deemed acceptable, as I was a tailor’s
apprentice, and I had often taken gentlemen’s personal measurements for suits.
‘Get down!
Now cough!’ he said as he weighed my privates. I experienced an automatic reaction to a cold
palm, but things got worse.
‘Bend over!’ he ordered.
Somehow, I was accepted for support duty class C2 in
the Home Service. Far from, I remember, last
autumn, when I had been rejected on medical grounds by Doctor Nesbit for a weak
instep and half inch under normal chest measurement. For the life of me that day in September
1916, I couldn’t see how my physical condition had changed.
Eight months later after a bout of spotted fever at
boot camp, I was once again ‘reviewed’ and by a miracle was moved up to a
category B2 level of fitness, to take my duties as sailmaker in the Royal
Flying Corps. I was billeted to an
aircraft repair section at Beverly Aerodrome, Yorkshire.
I read a Hansard report on medical examinations a
month later.
‘We were told by the Under-Secretary for War in the
Debate last Thursday that men are being examined under the Review of Exceptions
Act at the rate of 15,000 a day. It is
ten weeks since the examinations began,’ Mr Snowdon said.
‘Many of the greatest scandals have been in
relation to these men. The hon. and learned Member for Ealing has already
pointed out in the House. This matter of
re-examination had been raised, and particularly the methods pursued in respect
to the re-examination of men in the lower categories and the passing of them
into classes A and B. If a man has been
classed as C3, it is true as has been alleged frequently that these men are
subsequently passed into B1 and into B2, without any examination at all,’ Mr
Pringle said.[1]
I was one of these exceptions, however, I was ready
to serve for my country.
[1] Hansard HC Deb 26 June
1917 vol 95 cc217-26. Online. Accessed 12 January 2025. Available from: MILITARY SERVICE ACTS (MEDICAL EXAMINATIONS).
(Hansard, 26 June 1917)
Very good story especially as it is true. Reminded me of when I joined up in '71
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ReplyDeleteGet them to the front. Not much has changed. Brings it all to light. Well done
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