The price may be the seller's own price elsewhere or another seller's price. He was in the local defence force and already detailed for duty as a private soldier, but when he asked if we would have him as a liaison officer, it seemed like an excellent idea. The next day, I thought I would see if I could get enough to make Christmas dinner for all the troops, so returned to the shop where I had been successful before. Doing business with the locals under the unpredictable Japanese regime was extremely dangerous. From now onwards we seldom spent more than forty-eight hours in one place, but withdrew steadily down the peninsula. It was an English store, but the staff had left that day as Ipoh was being evacuated, and I found it barred and shuttered. Working all night and the next morning, we had two batteries ready to move off at 1.
At Kajang we had a few days in which to begin getting ourselves acclimatized to the tropics. That night, I arranged to meet our other battery on its arrival at the station. The 137th Field Regiment Royal Artillery led by commandant colonel Cary Owtram was part of the reinforcement. Format Hardback Pages 208 Publication Date May 2017 Pictures? After the war he remained a soldier and actively interfered with politics and was socially active. Thank you Pat and Jean for sharing your father's diary. Reading a first account of this horror was fascinating.
This is the price excluding postage a seller has provided at which the same item, or one that is very similar to it, is being offered for sale or has been offered for sale in the recent past. The Japanese attack pressed forward all along the front in this sector, and by the afternoon all troops were ordered to retire along the Alor Star road to a village some ten miles back. That evening, we nosed our way down the Mersey to join a large convoy collecting in the Irish Sea and consisting of about twenty liners and cargo boats, with an escort of cruisers and destroyers. As a result it all feels very genuine indeed. Later on, they realized the possibilities open to them and put their planes to good effect. The postscript written by the authors daughters vividly demonstrates the agonies of doubt and worry that loved ones went through and the effect of the experience on all.
The regiment was attached to the 23rd Indian Corps, and the Corps Commander ordered the regiment to proceed, as soon as we had got our guns and equipment, to the north of Malaya. He also writes about how the men sustained one another and made the best of their circumstances through gardening, theatrical performances, worship in a make-shift church, scrounging food wherever they could, holding funerals for the dead, caring for the sick, and carrying on a black-market trade with local Siamese. A letter describing his courage is included at the end of the book. Presently, two dripping figures emerged from the ditch and re-entered the car, and we left in a hurry before anything worse could befall us. From there we proceeded to Cape Town, where the memory of the welcome we received will remain with us always.
The postscript written by the authors daughters vividly demonstrates the agonies of doubt and worry that loved ones went through and the effect of the experience on all. I was left sitting in the car to watch the bombs crash through the warehouse roofs some fifty yards away. Despite the efforts of military doctors to keep the prisoners alive, many of the thousands of prisoners died, due to the primitive circumstances in the camp. Events moved quickly after this. After more than eight weeks at sea with little opportunity for exercise, the entire regiment of seventeen hundred excited men hurled themselves at the job of unloading our baggage on to the quayside, to the accompaniment of rattling derrick chains and screaming Chinese dock workers. We arrived at Gurun in the small hours of the morning to find it impossible to move further as the road was completely blocked by a mass of vehicles heading south.
Memoirs by former prisoners of war of the Japanese invariably make for moving reading but Colonel Owtrams account of his years of captivity has a special significance. His family only found this out at a later date. What a truly awful time they had in the hands of their a Japanese captors. Their intrepid pilots faced a hopeless task, with almost certain death before them. The names I have used throughout are real, and I trust that their owners will forgive me for taking this liberty. This was a nightmare drive, with guns and vehicles frequently bogged in the deep ruts. Preface When I returned home in October 1945, after three and a half years as a prisoner of war of the Japanese, I brought with me a diary which I had written up regularly for a greater part of the time, as well as a number of records of matters of more particular importance or interest in connection with our existence.
After the enforced idleness of the sea voyage, sweat poured off us as we heaved and pushed the heavy baggage beneath the blazing heat of a tropical sun until everything was out of the ship. It is not only the prisoners who suffered but their families at home. Most of them had been left full of furniture and silver; in fact, they contained everything except their owners and what they could take away in their cars. Batteries were taken over by their Battery Commanders and Regimental Headquarters were piloted into a camp in the ubiquitous rubber. Children by the score waved and cheered the British troops who were to drive the invader back from Malaya so easily.
Rather than a collection of short stories, it flowed well and really captured their fear, uncertainty and bravery. The postscript written by the authors daughters vividly demonstrates the agonies of doubt and worry that loved ones went through and the effect of the experience on all. We kept them with us for several days and gave them food and new clothes and kit. This was the beginning of an active share in the war, for which we had been training for two years, and everyone was, rather naturally, keyed up with a sense of excitement and anticipation, particularly as the majority of us had little idea of our ultimate destination. It is not only the prisoners who suffered but their families at home. That captivity had left a lasting impression became evident after he woke up after being anaesthetized after an operation. The postscript written by the authors daughters vividly demonstrates the agonies of doubt and worry that loved ones went through and the effect of the experience on all.