Major R. D. Gibney, a retired Indian Army officer who served as adjutant to the 1st Wiltshire Volunteers, opens his history by confronting an obvious question: what story can a battalion have that has 'never seen a shot fired in earnest'? His answer is that the very haphazardness of the Volunteer Force—raised in 1859 under threat of invasion, without government support for uniforms, drill sheds, or ammunition—constitutes a history worth recording. The excerpts show a work that oscillates between dry administrative detail and blunt, sometimes sardonic, assessments of the corps' condition.
Improvised Origins and Financial Strain
The preface describes rifle corps being raised 'anywhere, everywhere, anyhow, and nohow' after the government reluctantly permitted volunteer formations in May 1859. Gibney emphasizes that beyond a circular, no assistance was offered: arms, accoutrements, uniforms, drill sheds, practice grounds, and magazines all had to be found by the corps themselves. For country corps, the expense was 'ruinous,' far greater than for companies in large towns where men could drill without losing a day's work or hiring transport. The text notes that arms were eventually furnished by the government after some months, but the initial burden fell entirely on local subscribers and influential patrons.
Drills, Reviews, and the Salisbury Corps
Gibney provides a glimpse of routine through company order books, which monotonously record parades for 'judging distance drill' on Harnham Hill or 'position and aiming drill at the Market House.' The Salisbury Rifle Corps, composed largely of tradesmen, attended reviews at Clarendon Park, Durdham Downs, Bath, Southsea Common, Portsdown, Windsor, and Aldershot. Yet marching-in strength was not well maintained day after day, as tradesmen 'can ill afford to be much away from their work.' The uniform, described as 'more useful than beautiful' and cut after the style of Noah & Sons in the ark, drew mockery from a London street boy who called the officers 'the ugliest buffers we've seen yet.'
Warnings on Readiness and Equipment
In a striking passage, Gibney warns that in a future European war, volunteer battalions made up of 'half-drilled, ignorant bumpkins or mechanics, with no great-coats, paper-soled boots, and underclothing spare and worn' might be summoned by telegraph to repel an invasion. He questions whether such men could be 'weeded out' in time, or whether their 'poor papery boots, spoiled by the mud of the first ditch they are bid to hide in' and their ignorance of signals would lead to disaster. The tone is urgent and critical, suggesting that the author saw the volunteers as a fragile reed, not a reliable defence force.
Gibney's history is neither a dry parade of facts nor a patriotic celebration. It is a candid, occasionally caustic account of how a volunteer battalion was assembled, trained, and equipped under improvisation and financial constraint. Readers interested in Victorian military organisation, local history, or the gap between official policy and on-the-ground reality will find this a valuable primary source—one that speaks as much to the limits of volunteer defence as to its achievements.
Reading about the Wiltshire volunteers, I was struck by how much of their story is makeshift and hopeful, so different from the polished accounts we usually get. It made me think of the corsairs in Sea-Wolves of the Mediterranean: The grand period of the Moslem corsairs — Reading Notes, where the same gap between romantic legend and ragged reality quietly lingers. Both books feel like old friends sharing hard truths.