Obviously war is an enemy of cricket. War has taken the lives of many cricketers and first class cricket ceased for the duration of the 2nd world war. It also disrupted club cricket, mainly because members were away with the forces but also because cricket grounds might be needed to help the war effort, TTF’s Wortham (St. George’s) ground housed an anti-aircraft gun battery! http://www.takingthefield.com/stories/cricket-lovely-cricket-%E2%80%93-tale-wrotham-stgeorge%E2%80%99s-cricket-club Here at Lord’s we hosted an army camp during the war. But clubs could also gain from the war.
Ovington CC’s pavilion is an old bomb shelter and I found good example of cricketers making use of war in a 1940 article in The Cricketer Annual where we are given an account of a platoon who tried to play cricket in the forest as more suitable ground was unavailable.
“It was Corporal Plugg who most brutally exploited the conditions…
Private Sockett, his first victim, avowed that he watched the Corporal advancing to the crease, and saw his arm come over.
His next impression was of blue sky through branches, viewed from the stretcher which took him to the First Aid Post.
When Sergeant Bone was removed to Pullbright Infirmary to be furnished with a fresh set of dentures, it became clear that steps must be taken to reduce casualties.
A meeting of the Sports Committee decided that the obvious remedy was the provision of bowling-screen.
This was all very well, but funds would not go to it, the district was so remote that the finished article would probably take weeks to arrive, and the unit’s genius of improvisation was not immediately equal to the occasion.
All available canvas was covered with nauseating camouflage, and sheets were no longer being issued. Indeed a pair of the latter, obtained locally at some cost, proved unsuitable, and the problem was still unsolved when the enemy aircraft visited our area.
The occasion proved happily that our movements had been well concealed from aerial observation, for, after dropping numerous flares, he departed without releasing the incendiaries and high explosives we had grimly and gaily anticipated.
It also provided us with some beautiful white parachutes, to which the flares had been attached, and these made admirable bowling-screens, so that the season ended without further casualties.
The only sufferer from Field-Marshal Goering’s reconnaissance was Corporal Plugg, who went down to second in the bowling-averages, but, as I have heard unofficially that a spare length of parachute is providing Mrs. Plugg with a Siren Nightgown, I feel that he can do without the coveted cricket-ball
Sergeant Bone and Private Sockett heartily agree with me.”
(From Down in the Forest by G.D. Martineau)
That’s a nice story, like something out of Dad’s Army.