Montrose memories
Welcome to this superb thread, Offshore, which seems to have occupied you just as it has occupied most of us. We are privileged to have such stories from those who created them, sadly a diminishing number. My father was at Montrose in 1938 and you will find his tale of the yellow Painted Pongoes in post #3322 (Dec 23 2012). Of course the stuff was not harmful except to the Army's bull, but it was made clear that the real thing was readily available if the Germans had used gas.