Regarding the river training at the Cuckmere. My Dad wrote the following.
"The next task was to jump the main brook by the track to Cuckmere and then run over to the large pond, where a rope ladder was fixed onto steel pipes at each side of the pond, and whilst hanging across the pond horizontally about eight feet above the water, you had to jump up grab the rope ladder and swing yourself across. By now you began to fell the strain, whilst you were working yourself across the pond a number 69 Blast Grenades were thrown into the pond and exploded under the water. Mud and water covered you, and the noise, you had to be fit, if you fell off, well just to bad, you went down and stuck in the vile black mud. God that was a trip, and did you stink, on you had to go, fix your bayonet and charge at sacks some filled with straw, while others were filled with pig intestines. As you lunged the bayonet into the sacks you had to scream, you really got hard you just did not care about anything"
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