Kilts remained a staple of the highland regiments uniform into the trenches of WWI – my own Great-Grandfather, an Argyll and Sutherland highlander, crossed enemy lines wearing his kilt. A story of his has been passed down through my family “you never came home in the kilt you left in” Private James Wilkinson would say…you can imagine what that means.
Following the evacuation of Dunkirk in the second World War, the kilt was removed has standard uniform for fighting Scottish soldiers, deemed too unsafe for modern warfare – my own Grandfather was one of these soldiers this change encountered. Of course, our kilts are our kilts, the ladies from hell, the kilted soliders would be hard to suppress! My father was taught pibroch pipe music by a former WWII soldier who parachuted into Italy, regardless of the new uniform rules, in his kilt – what a sight to behold.
And we must mention Bill Millen, personal piper to Simon Fraser, 15th Lord Lovat, who continued to play his pipes while under fire during the D-Day landings – my Grandfather was also there at the time. The German’s stopped shooting…believing he had gone totally mad. Bill was the only man to wear a kilt on the beach that day, the same Cameron kilt his father had worn in Flanders during WWI.
This family connection that exists within kilts, through then clan heritage, across battlefields even into recent memory is an aspect of this garment that I love dearly.