I am walking across the grassed open space behind Brighton’s Remembrance Park. Suddenly, army tents appear. I walk around them and between them. I walk right up to one and inspect the intricate detail of the pegs and guy rope – exactly as they were in 1939. The sides of the tent strain where the guy ropes pull tight. The tent’s entry flaps are open. I can see a camp bed on each side and a fold-out chair. A soldier’s satchel sits on the ground next to one of the beds. I walk inside the tent and see some official-looking papers sitting on one of the beds. I walk up to the papers, lean over and read the camp induction manual of the young man who will sleep on this bed as he trains for war, before boarding a train, then a ship for the long voyage to the other side of the planet to fight in World War II.