Very many years ago at CCF camp at Tern Hill the contingent would take its place on the Saturday morning station parade. I was right. All was well until the march past , led unusually by the station commander, but my memory may have dimmed. What no one told us cadets was that parade commander had a wooden leg - name was ISTR Coward or B'stard. It matters not. However, due to said affliction the parade commander had an odd gait, with which station personnel were familiar. We, however, were not, and by the time we finished the marching was all over the place. I have seldom been so embarrassed, our officers were not pleased and the SWO was incandescent, and we had several hours extra drill.