Childhood

I well remember being taken to this when I was about six years old.
A very large display dwarfing anything going these days with countless troops and bands marching to and fro under the beams of coloured searchlights followed by mock battles in the field complete with horses and tanks and the rebels being bombed at low level with flour bombs.
The grand finale took place with a mock castle being attacked and exploding with fireworks and smoke.
All this followed by a long dark drive home under blankets in the back of our old Humber which to us was as exciting as the Tattoo
Two years later those soldiers were doing the real thing.