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Linklater's Scotland - Scottish regiments

Magnus Linklater

Columnist, Scotland on Sunday

This article, which was originally published in the Spectrum section of Scotland on Sunday
on 1st May 2005, is reproduced on Land-Care with the kind permission
of the author and the newspaper.

Filed 5th May 05

DOWN the main street of Cowdenbeath strides Major Bob Ritchie of the Black Watch, an icy wind pulling at the red hackle on his bonnet. He is clutching a bull-horn in one hand and a pile of leaflets in the other. Spotting a small group of shoppers seeking protection from the cold in a bus shelter, he turns his megaphone in their direction. “People of Cowdenbeath,” he commands, his parade-ground voice drowning out the sound of the traffic. “You have been with us for 300 years. If you vote for Gordon Brown, that relationship will come to an end. Don't vote Labour!”

Magnus Linklater

At the Scottish Press Awards 28th April Magnus Linklater
won the Lifetime Achievement award for his contribution to Scottish journalism -
a well deserved honour.
Land-Care greatly appreciates his generosity in letting us reproduce the articles
in this series which he writes as columnist to Scotland on Sunday

So fierce is his gaze, so peremptory his order, that even the shoppers forget the cold for a moment and stare in undisguised curiosity at the man with the red hackle. Whether they are concerned about the end of their 300-year relationship is hard to discern. But at least they have received the message. And lest they fail to grasp its full significance, Major Bob thrusts into their hands a leaflet bearing the picture of a young jock in Basra, also wearing the red hackle, his arms around a couple of Iraqi youths. It bears the slogan: “He would give his life for you - give him your vote. Don't vote Labour. Vote for Scotland's regiments.”

Behind Ritchie, on the pavement, follow half a dozen old soldiers, cheeks mauve with the cold, dressed variously in corduroys and wind-cheaters, but all bearing that unmistakable bonnet. They stop and chat to small knots of curious residents. Some appear baffled, some indifferent, but nearly all the older ones stop to shake their hands, swap stories about Black Watch relatives or friends, and wish them luck. Whether they will obey Major Bob's strictures to vote against Gordon Brown in his home constituency of Kirkcaldy and Cowdenbeath is doubtful. But if sympathy could guarantee votes, the Save Scotland's Regiments campaign would be home and dry.

This, however, may be the last hurrah in the long and glorious history of a proud regiment. For 280 years (the regiment was formed on May 12, 1725) the Black Watch has seen action, from Ticonderoga to the Triangle of Death, from the Boer War to the streets of Belfast, from Quatre Bras to Korea. Now it faces its last and most bitter battle.

There was something enormously poignant in the sight of half a dozen elderly men, who might, in other circumstances, have been sitting back in quiet retirement, making this last stand in defence of their comrades. They know that there could have been 500 or more men at their backs, those serving soldiers who almost certainly feel as strongly as they do, but who are prevented by their terms of service and the strictness of their orders from voicing an opinion in public. And so it is that Sergeant-Major Stewart Bett, Warrant Officer Bob Scott, Brigadier Garry Barnett, Bandsman Fred Robb, Captain Owen Humphrys, Major Colin Innes and Lance-Corporal Andrew Danks, along with the redoubtable Major Bob, have taken to the streets of Cowdenbeath.

Their message is anti-Labour, not because of their own political convictions (one of them, Scott, is a former Labour councillor), but because it is a Labour government that has signed the regiment's death warrant by announcing the amalgamation of the six Scottish regiments into a single unit. Their anger at the decision is based only partly on emotion. Of course they feel strongly - there is nothing, not even perhaps the bond between a football fan and his club, to match the loyalty felt by old soldiers to their regiments. But what has moved them to take their campaign to the country has been what they see as the illogicality, the blindness even, of the government's decision.

Brigadier Barnett, who has argued the case directly with defence secretary Geoff Hoon, with General Mike Jackson, architect of the new reforms, and most of the regimental colonels who have signed up to the new structure, believes that the single regiment idea is a disaster. “The formation of a Royal Regiment of Scotland [its proposed new name] and the disbandment of our local regiments destroys our links to our local communities, and recruiting is likely to suffer.”

He argues that the Ministry of Defence could achieve the same degree of efficiency it is aiming for by keeping the existing six regiments within the Scottish Division, with its headquarters in Edinburgh Castle. “The new structure is in every respect virtually identical to the old one, but it removes the vital links to local communities and changes the name. What in the end does it achieve? Why try to fix something that isn't broken?”

He points out that the new regiment would have five different roles, which would be very similar to the current six regiments and their roles. “I can't understand in the end why they are doing this. I've asked Jackson and he hasn't answered.”

“There is a hidden agenda,” says Scott darkly. “It's all part of a plan to cut us back and back until we can't do anything, then they'll make us all part of a European regiment.”

He argues that one of the great strengths of the present system is its inter-regimental rivalry - the spirit of competition that helps keep them all up to the mark. And he is bitter about the way that the Ministry of Defence has prevented the regiments recruiting properly by starving them of funds. “They've been turning the tap on and off,” he says. “Because of that, recruiting inevitably has been down. You've got soldiers on £250 a week, which is less than a bus driver gets. It's not surprising that numbers are down.”

Like the rest of them, Major Innes believes the infantry is already over-stretched, and that there has never been a stronger case for maintaining the battalions. “With the threat of world terrorism, there is a need for men on the ground. I feel very let down by the Army Board. They should have said no to Hoon.”

Brigadier Barnett agrees. “It is madness to cut the infantry at a time when they are already overstretched. There is meant to be a two-year interval between operational tours, but these have been getting shorter and shorter. Cutting the battalions makes this situation worse.”

Although this is a Black Watch bus - sometimes loaned out to other regiments - he is particularly concerned about the proposed amalgamation between the Royal Scots and the King's Own Scottish Borderers. “How can they axe the Royal Scots, with their history?” he asks. “It's almost unbelievable.”

He pays tribute to Humphrys, whose grandfather was Field-Marshall Lord Wavell, and who not only funded the campaign's battle bus, but also contributes unbridled enthusiasm to the cause. “The Black watch is fighting tooth and nail,” says Humphrys. It was Wavell, first commissioned into the Black Watch in 1901, who once observed, “The regiment is the foundation of everything.” And he may well be proved right in the end.

By now, it is nearly one o'clock, and the team has regrouped around the battle bus, where they pose for pictures in the biting wind. Next stop is Burntisland, where they hope to catch up with Gordon Brown, who has been cast as enemy number one. “This is not the end by any means,” says Ritchie. Then he adds, thoughtfully, “But it may be the beginning of the end.”

“Hopefully we are not too late,” says Scott, “but if the worst comes to the worst, the day they carry us out in a wooden box, I will still be wearing the red hackle.”

 

This article:

http://scotlandonsunday.scotsman.com/spectrum.cfm?id=460262005

Earlier articles in the series

1. Linklater, Magnus (2005). Linklater's Scotland. Scotland on Sunday 20th March 2005
See SOCIAL/ECONOMIC/POLITICAL Homepage, filed 24 Mar 05, www.land-care.org.uk Click Here to View

2. Linklater, Magnus (2005). Linklater's Scotland - Easter in Easterhouse. Scotland on Sunday 27th March 2005
See SOCIAL/ECONOMIC/POLITICAL Homepage, filed 31 Mar 05, www.land-care.org.uk Click Here to View

3. Linklater, Magnus (2005). Linklater's Scotland - Farming. Scotland on Sunday 3rd April 2005
See SOCIAL/ECONOMIC/POLITICAL Homepage, filed 07 Apr 0505, www.land-care.org.uk Click Here to View

4. Linklater, Magnus (2005). Linklater's Scotland - Pitlochry. Scotland on Sunday 10th April 2005
See SOCIAL/ECONOMIC/POLITICAL Homepage, filed 15 Apr 05, www.land-care.org.uk Click Here to View

5. Linklater, Magnus (2005). Linklater's Scotland - Supermarkets. Scotland on Sunday 17th April 2005
See SOCIAL/ECONOMIC/POLITICAL Homepage, filed 19 Apr 05, www.land-care.org.uk Click Here to View

6. Linklater, Magnus (2005). Linklater's Scotland - Kelvingrove. Scotland on Sunday 24th April 2005
See SOCIAL/ECONOMIC/POLITICAL Homepage, filed 29 Apr 05, www.land-care.org.uk Click Here to View