Tales from
the Academy
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ASM J.C.
Lord MVO, MBE
This is
an update of a post from many years ago.
We live a
short distance from the Royal Military Academy, Sandhurst, variously known as
the Academy, the RMA, the RMAS or simply Sandhurst. We often hear the sound of
small arms fire in the wee, small hours of the night and so we know that
Sandhurst is on exercise (known as manoeuvres in other countries.)
The RMA
has trained countless thousands of officer cadets from numerous countries. All
of them have memorable moments to recount, many relating to the Warrant
Officers who drilled them so thoroughly – some might say, relentlessly.
J.C. Lord
of the Grenadier Guards was the first Academy Sergeant Major at Sandhurst. Academy
Sergeant Major is the highest non-commissioned rank in the Army. Today, all Warrant
Officers Class 1 (WO1) are nicknamed ‘Lords’ in his honour and two rooms at the
Academy are named for him, one being the WOs and Sergeants’ Mess bar. In the British
Army, WO1 is the highest non-commissioned rank below ASM. (In the US Army it
is the lowest WO rank.)
The ASM
is usually drawn from one of the Guards regiments. The current holder, Daniel
Cope (2024) is a Welsh Guardsman.
ASM Lord
was an impressive character. He was the first Regimental Sergeant Major of the
3rd Battalion, Parachute Regiment on its formation. He was wounded and
captured at Arnhem and taken to Stalag XIB Prisoner of War Camp where conditions
were deplorable, and the prisoners’ self-esteem was extremely low. Through his
strength of personality and enduring military discipline, J.C. Lord raised
morale and rebuilt the confidence and pride of the prisoners.
At the
time of his tenure at Sandhurst, most cadets entered the Academy straight from
school, little more than boys, and the course lasted two years and involved a
great deal of drilling. Now, it is a shorter course, and the cadets are older,
more mature young men and women, many with professional qualifications.
Nonetheless,
drill still plays its part. In ASM Lord’s time, he would address the cadets at their
first parade, pace stick under arm. ‘Gentlemen, I will call you ‘Sir,’ but I will
not mean it. You will address me as ‘Sir’ and you will mean it.’ All
cadets, regardless of wealth, background, or family connections (many came from
Royal families across the globe and still do) were treated equally and expected
to conform and perform to the required standard. The Sandhurst motto, ‘Serve to
lead’ means exactly that.
He had an
extraordinary eye for detail and would spot any infringement in dress or behaviour
from a great distance. With, then, one thousand cadets on the parade ground,
all dressed identically, usually in service dress, he would order his
subordinates to ‘fetch that idle man over there.’
The Warrant
Officers would scurry about, seeking the miscreant and would shout, ‘This one, sir?’
ASM Lord would
shout back, ‘No!’
Another cadet
would be singled out. ‘This one, sir?’
‘No!’
A third unfortunate
would be indicated. ‘This one, sir?’
‘No!’ came
the reply.
Eventually,
with WOs trying their best to discover the cause of the ASM’s distress, ‘This
one, sir?’ would bring forth the response, ‘No! No! No! No! No! – but he’ll do!’
Depending
on the severity of the misdemeanour, the culprit might find himself detained in
the Guard House for a brief period.
Officer cadets
learnt very quickly that it was unwise to do anything that might draw close attention.
Talking in the ranks was strictly forbidden and so the young men developed extraordinary
ventriloquial skills. In addition, impassivity was required, no matter what
might occur, and they discovered that they could exercise monumental
self-control.
On one
occasion, the WO taking the parade was an imposing Irish Guard of great stature
and ferocity, turned out in impeccable style. A small incident, now lost to
memory, caused him to remonstrate fervently with the offending cadet, to the entertainment
of the young man’s peers. As he got into his verbal stride, seeking ever more
amusingly cutting remarks, the WO’s decibel level increased with his creativity.
As he reached his apogee, his false teeth flew out and the cadets were
hard-pressed to contain their mirth.
History does not record how the teeth were recovered and by whom, though doubtless the story
has gone down in the annals of one family somewhere.