Camp Custer is nothing special. In fact it looks much like many other camps I’ve been in. It’s quiet at the moment too but then we are one of the first steamer crews to arrive. Row upon row of Quonset huts waiting to be occupied. From what we’ve heard, there are troops coming from all over the place, so it’s going to take some time for the unit to take shape.

We were met off the train by the Battalion Sergeant Major, a large man by the name of Harry Hodges. His booming voice could be heard very clearly above the hissing of the locomotive as he ordered us to form up. In quick succession, we were marched away from the train and into the camp, where we were allocated our billets.

There’s a mixture of troops so far – we’re one of several steamer crews arrived, although our tanks are yet to get here. Along with us came a number of Doughboy squads. The talk on the train was quite sobering, but now we’re in camp some of the old service rivalries are beginning to emerge. Putting together a new unit is always tough, and I just hope that Captain Patton has got it in him to make this thing work. Time will tell…