The information below was kindly sent to me by Basil Grose, a Sergeant Wireless Instructor who served in the Dover area early in WW2. The photograph showing 3.7" AA guns, possibly at a training camp in Dorset, was supplied by Michael Sullivan whose uncle (talking to General Horrocks) was also stationed in the Dover area early in WW2.
"In December 39, I was sworn in as a Sergeant Wireless Instructor in the Royal Artillery and given the King's Shilling with a book that the attesting officer said would tell me how to keep my feet clean. Needless to say it didn't. This took place at the Territorial Drill Hall in Deansbrook Road, Edgware, where Godfrey Winn joined the Navy as a seaman to endure and record subsequently the horrors of the Murmansk convoy PQ17. His book "PQ17" is well worth reading. I had unknowingly enlisted in the techniques of radar of which I was unaware as it was a secret although by then the Germans had better radar than ours.
"In early 1940 the authorities were setting up a vastly expanded army centred on the Territorial Army, and the fag-end of the regular army, the best of which was the BEF in France. Thus it was mainly novices running affairs. It was a miracle we survived. Anti-aircraft defence was too complicated for the regular army in peacetime, horses were more to it's taste, so an amateur army, i.e. the TA, was given the job and this formed the core for the expansion needed for wartime. The effect on me was that I was never with the unit to which I belonged, I was always attached to some other unit and like a stage army I was always on the move, to give an impression perhaps of larger forces than actually existed. I was posted to Dover, Hoo in Kent, sites in Edinburgh, Aberdeen, and London. Nevertheless, I managed to train various radar operators.
"At Dover (that was my first posting) I was attached to a TA unit at Swingate Camp to the east of the town - this was 88th Heavy Anti-Aircraft Battery that was manned for eight guns but had only four. Therefore, half the men ploughed the fields and scattered while the rest manned the guns, week and week about. This was long before concreted in gunnery, we were a mobile unit of 3.7 heavy AA guns in sandbagged emplacements. The site was within sight of the Duke of York's school where we had a weekly shower under rather low sprinklers. I loathed it here; as the unit had been together for years I was regarded as an intruder, another wartime annoyance. I was in a group of sergeants most of whom were the local team of dustmen in civvy life, also the officers were an unfriendly bunch who asserted that they were really only interested in horses and bitterly resented their conversion from field artillery to anti-aircraft. This was an affectation to say the least for a TA unit. Anything technical was beyond the pale thus I got the dud officer. One elderly subaltern effected the manner of the cheeky young officer of fiction and always wore his riding breeches and leggings about the site, haw-haw-hawing as he went about his simple duties. Later on the spare half went off to form cadres for new units being formed as the expansion of the conscript army commenced.» Next Page