Some Characteristics and Traditions of the
Royal Newfoundland Regiment
When the First Newfoundland Regiment was formed in 1914, it started its career without colours and without traditions. The former were forthcoming before the "Blue Puttees" left on the Florizel in October of that year, and the latter followed as the stirring months rolled by. G. W. V. A. Firing Party It was indeed interesting to watch our boys, the majority of whom, prior to the War, had found little opportunity for imbuing the military spirit, developing traditions which were as distinctive as they were fiercely held and jealously guarded. It seemed but a few weeks after the comparatively untrained and loosely held batch of recruits arrived at the training centre in the Mother Country, that they were the smart coalescence ready for the front, full of the proud consciousness of being soldiers of a famous fighting unit, and determined to not only uphold unto death the great reputation of the Regiment, but, the winning of fresh laurels. Close association with the "old hands," to employ local idiom, was largely responsible for this, and as the war lengthened the new hands became the old, and the traditions grew with the Regimental doings. Esprit de Corps, as is well known, is the spirit which inspires the training of the British Army, and in the case of our Regiment that spirit was deepened by National consciousness.

All ranks felt the responsibility of being a unit representing Newfoundland, and realized that in their hands rested the opportunity of doing their duty for King and Country in a manner that would bring honour and fame to their native land. Distance and the trials of the camp and field, the common hardships and privations, knit one and all in close comradeship, and national prejudices that in peace time loomed formidable, melted forever in the warmth of the Brotherhood of Service. So it came to pass that Newfoundlanders were united as never before of since. The petty interests of section, class and creed, were submerged in a noble flood of abnegation's, individual ambitions were made subservient to national aspirations, and the fair name of Newfoundland as symbolized by its Regiment, became something worth while. The touch thus kindled still burns, but its light is scarce seen to-day amid the miasmatic mists that appear to have gathered with the dawn of peace in our native land.

Seen in group or battalion on the march, the soldiers of Terra Nova gave a general impression of a sturdy, hardy, rugged type of virile manhood, of an average stature, inclining nearest to medium. Their mentality, generally speaking robust and vigorous, and as might be expected from men largely descended from the venturesome broods of Wessex and Erin, and reared amid the bracing climatic conditions of the North, they bore an atmosphere of hardihood tinged with insouciance.

It was but natural that men of this stamp, who, moreover, were accustomed to a large measure of personal freedom in a country in which class distinction if virtually unknown, should find the bonds and restrictions of military discipline irksome and trying. Yet there seemed to be such an innate recognition of the need for and the benefit of such rules and regulations as the Army had laid down in this respect, coupled with the deep-rooted regard of the average Newfoundlander for law and order, that a satisfactory standard of discipline was maintained consistently with a healthy undercurrent of good humour.

After "parade hours" there undoubtedly was a more general relaxation, and a greater carelessness in the observance of the castes of Army Life, (and the family spirit which was inevitably present had its effects here) than in the case of home line battalions. Naturally such displays astounded our Imperial brethren, as witness the conversation overheard between two old soldiers at Aldershot.

 
First O. S.-"What mob's that?"

Second O. S.-"Noofoundlan'-ers. Some says they comes from near New Zealand, an' some says from near Vancouver. Strike me bleedin' well pink, if I knaow. They're Colonnjels, so I'erd our Sar-major say and sich a lot of breeders I'm blawsted if I ever saw! Why the other day I saw a bloomin' buck private walk up to one of his ruddy 'Horficers, and says 'e-
First O. S. (with awe) "Didn't 'e salute?"

Second O. S.-"Salute? Naow. "E says to his Horfficer, says 'e, "Jack, old man, gimme a cigarette,' s'elp me, 'e said."

First O. S. (after an interval, in which his eyes returned to their sockets-" Ow much did he get from the court-martial?"

Second O. S.-"Court-martial?" There wasn't no court-martial, or noffink. The bloomin' Horificer brings out a package of Gold Flakes, and says 'e, " take the damn lot, old cock," says 'e."
 
Nearly all of the Colonial Contingents had distinctive features of dress. The Australians had long sleeved tunics, buttoned at the wrists, and dashing slouched hats, the Canadians wore smart collar bands, closer cut tunics with a greater array of brass button down the front, and the New Zealanders favoured the sugar-loafed hat with a coloured band. Our boys developed a weakness for the natty breeches, spent their scanty shillings on tailor made tunics, and with these and the wearing of their caps at a saucy angle, make known their individuality in an effective and not unattractive way. Once a Colonel, new to our ways, ordered that no "posh" uniforms were to be worn outside the camp, and men going on leave were to wear the regulation issue only. This meant meandering miserably about in ill-fitting apparel, with puttees that would never fit snugly and minus a "speed" cap. A mutiny perilously near occurred, and the order was withdrawn. The dress tradition had been upheld!

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