And as with men, so with animals.  “The waggon and horses” sounds beautifully complete as well as highly attractive, but in the army we must not forget to see that harness comes as well.  And this thought, the lack of harness, carries us to another great event in our history, the end of the Luton days, the march to Ware.

Why was the march to Ware planned exactly like that?  It is not in the hope of getting an answer we ask the question.  Waggons and horses and no harness, and whose fault?  Waggons and horses with harness, and carrying a double load to make up,—­no fault, a necessity.  Officers away on leave,—­but let us set things down in order.  Barely a fortnight after the march to France along the Bedford Road, on Saturday, the 14th of November, a proportion of officers and men went on leave as usual till Monday, and all was calm and still.  At 1 a.m. on Monday, orders were received to move at 7 a.m., complete for Ware, a distance, by the route set, of 25 to 30 miles,—­some say 50 to 100 miles.  Official clear-the-line telegrams were poured out recalling the leave takers.  Waggons were packed—­(were they not packed!)—­billets were cleared, and we toed the line at the correct time.  For want of harness, the four cooks’ carts and two water carts were left behind; for want of time, meat was issued raw; for want of orders, no long halt was given at mid-day.  One short and sharp bit of hill on the way was too much for the horses, and such regimental transport as we had with us had to be man-handled.  This little diversion gave regiments a choice of two systems, gaps between regiments, or gaps between sections of the same regiment, and gave spectators, who had come in considerable numbers, a subject for discussion.  But the chief feature of the day was that we reached Ware that day as complete as we started.  We arrived at 7-20 p.m. except for two Companies who were detached as rear guard to the Division.  The tail end of the Divisional train lost touch and took the wrong turning, and for this reason the two Companies did not come in till 11-30 p.m.  We understand that the third bar on our medal will be the march to Ware.

Amongst those who watched us pass near the half-way post we noticed our neighbour, General Sir A.E.  Codrington, then commanding the London District, who as an experienced soldier knew the difficulties and gave us, as a regiment, kindly words of praise and encouragement.

We have often wondered what was the verdict of the authorities upon this march.  As this is regimental history only, it may be permitted to give the regiment’s opinion.  We fancied we accomplished passing well an almost impossible task.  It is true that not long afterwards we were well fitted out and sent to France.  We are persuaded, too, to add here that we said we owed one thing at least to our Divisional Commander, General E. Montagu-Stuart-Wortley; we were the first complete Territorial Force Division to cross the seas and go into action as a Division against the Germans.  And it may be that the whole Territorial Force owe to our General, too, that they went in Divisions, and were not sent piecemeal as some earlier battalions, and dovetailed into the Regular Army, or, perhaps, even into the New Army.  We live in the assurance that the confidence the Army Council extended to us was not misplaced.