The
first two or three years of my twenties was a time of missed
opportunities, not just missed, but unforgivably, avoided. I eventually
worked it out, (with the push of a couple of girlfriends, (I confess).
My whole perception of life had
been changing from the day I had left home in 1947, and by the time I
returned from Palestine I knew I would be unable to return to the normal
routine of civilian life. This was reinforced for me when Dad took me
for a drink to the Working Men’s Institute, the ‘stute’ as it was
known. We were not allowed to wear civilian clothes in those days, so I
stuck out like a sore thumb. One of dads cronies came over and said
“Hello Bob, I hear tha’s bin o’er t’watter”, I don’t know
how Bob would have felt about that, but I felt honoured, I acknowledged
that I was just home from the Middle East. The man continued; “Owd Tom
ower theer ‘e’s bin abroad, tha’ knaws, he were in T’Isle ‘o
Wight”, The moment Dad failed to correct the fellows mistake over my
name, nor did he point out that I had travelled somewhat further than
the Isle of Wight was when I began to recognise that I did not ‘fit
in’ anymore, and there was I, thinking I was the returning hero!
I rejoined the Regiment in
Catterick where we took up a role as a Royal Armoured Corps training
regiment and re-equipped with Comet tanks. The closest town for the
‘bright lights’ was Richmond, with Darlington a more exotic
attraction when one was in funds, so to speak. It was in Darlington that
I met a young woman a couple of years older than I, but keen to make my
acquaintance and this was reciprocated, she had her own apartment which
made it easy for us to get together and life was fun for a while, she it
was who pointed out that I could; “do better”. I owe her for that.
After the passage of about a couple
of years, we left Catterick for Chester, and then to Salisbury Plain,
before transfer to Germany in 1951. We were equipped with the latest
models of Centurion tanks and began practicing very hard at the new
methods of N.B.C. and tank warfare.
We moved into
a barracks that had previously been occupied by a Panzer Regiment. In
comparison to our primitive accommodation in England, we lived in the
lap of luxury. Hot water on tap, central heating, comfortable living
quarters, canteens and messes...
The whole country was still
devastated from the horrors of the war and there were many camps of
‘D.P.s’ or displaced persons. Coincidentally, many years later,
about 1979, whilst now living in Canada, we moved next door to a lady of
Russian extraction who had been in one of these camps as a child, indeed
from her description it could have been one close to a training area of
ours, needless to say she was not very keen to talk about it too much.
We moved into a barracks that had
previously been occupied by a Panzer Regiment. In comparison to our
primitive accommodation in England, we lived in the lap of luxury. Hot
water on tap, central heating, comfortable living quarters, canteens and
messes, plus all the facilities needed to enable us to maintain and
operate our tanks in good order. Leisure time was a little restricted
but this was not too onerous, we had to ‘book’ out of barracks and
‘book’ back in again upon our return, the deadline was midnight so
it did interfere a little with ones love life, but that’s the way it
is sometimes.
I found it interesting that the
adjacent City of Munster, like many European cities at that time, was
totally flattened; just heaps of rubble with roads bulldozed through,
but the Barracks, situated just outside the city, (or what was left of
it) at a village named Gremmendorf, was in good shape. Another oddity
was that England was still heavily rationed for foodstuffs whilst many
food items were readily available in the local German stores; I remember
going home on leave and being issued a ration book, but also taking
butter and sugar along with me. The largest unfilled need of the German
civilian population seemed to be cigarettes and coffee and there was a
brisk ‘black market’ trade in these commodities.
Our cap motto, (badge) of skull and
crossbones created no small interest with the civilian population, the
first reaction was one of wariness, and they must have thought they were
in for a repeat of the bad old days of the SS again. We soon settled in
however and became accepted for what we were, just another Regiment,
albeit an elite one.
We were kept on our toes with
regular ‘Bug outs’ at odd times during the day or night, when the
alarm was sounded we rushed around hoping it was not really the expected
Soviet invasion. There was a rendezvous at a predetermined location
where we formed up with the tanks ready for action, and prepared to fend
off the bad guys. Just long enough for the politicians to reach safety
was our common, irreverent, understanding at the time!
There was frequent leave to
England. We travelled in style via troop train and ship, the latter
ferrying between the Hook of Holland and Harwich, then train again to
Liverpool street station in London, from where we were free to go home.
The German trains were extremely well organised and had different colour
codes indicating the destination. They comprised of former long distance
luxury railcars and the food, cooked en route in the catering cars, was
amazingly good, the troopships were cramped and miserable, Harwich, as
most sea ports do, always felt dull and miserable.
...we were
encouraged to participate in such sports as could prove useful in the
event of emergency... I chose downhill skiing, simply because that was
where the girls were to be found!
As I mentioned earlier I began to
understand the need of an education, I took the Army education
examinations up to ACE first class, this led to promotion and made life
easier, instead of getting confined to barracks as punishment I was now
able to merely lose rank. The army was also changing direction and
instead of ignoring the off duty activities of its soldiers, we were
encouraged to participate in such sports as could prove useful in the
event of emergency; such as skiing, sailing and parachuting etc.,
drinking was acceptable but drunkenness was discouraged. I chose
downhill skiing, simply because that was where the girls were to be
found!
One memory of things getting out of
hand came about when the Regiment entrained for a journey to the
Luneberg Heath training area. I was designated NCO I/C of the train
guard. Things went well until we were shunted into a railway siding.
Shortly afterwards I saw another train of tanks bowling along on the
adjacent line, it had almost gone completely past before I woke up to
the fact that it comprised of about half of ‘my’ tanks, and one of
‘my’ sentries was riding along with them! He gave me a wave as he
went by. I had a vision of me ‘losing’ millions of pounds worth of
tanks and of them being transported into the Soviet Bloc. Would
‘they’ stop the cost out of my pay? For how many years would I be
incarcerated? Would the Russians give me a medal? Eventually, I received
an explanation and it was all sorted out by a German railway official. I
forget the reason they did it now, the train was too long for some
shunting that needed to be done or something like that, but I remember
the flow of adrenalin through my veins quite well. I thought it best not
to enter the details of that episode in my ‘Guard report’ the next
day.
we were caught
in a Typhoon... the seas were truly mountainous and the open decks were
totally engulfed with waves coming right over the bows and crashing onto
the bridge
In the early 1950s I was sent on
detachment to the Royal Armoured Corps Depot in England and from there
once more embarked on a troopship, my destination being Pusan, Korea, an
anticipated four week journey. We travelled by way of Gibraltar, Malta,
Port Suez, down the canal and into the Red Sea via Port Said, then Aden
and the Indian Ocean calling at Ceylon (now called Sri Lanka) and
Singapore After our penultimate stop in Hong Kong and whilst sailing
through the China Sea, we were caught in a Typhoon and this extended our
travel time by a few days, the seas were truly mountainous and the open
decks were totally engulfed with waves coming right over the bows and
crashing onto the bridge, I tried to reach the shelter deck but even
that was inaccessible, I had read authors like Josef Conrad and Somerset
Maugham describing the ‘eye’ of a storm, but this was the first time
I had actually experienced the quiet of the ‘eye’ and the ferocity
when the wind, spinning in a circular manner, appeared to change
direction; I had been in storms at sea both before and after this, in
places as diverse as the Mediterranean and the Bay of Biscay, I have a
memory of being in a vicious storm aboard a North Sea Ferry from
Rotterdam to Hull one night, many years later, during the course of
which an oil rig was demolished, but they were nothing compared with
that one
Gillie had
been drinking a little too much gin and decided to sleep it off... I was
sent for some scissors and Gillie was minus just half his moustache
quicker than a wink
After landing in Pusan it was not
long before I found myself on board ship again, this time my destination
was the British Commonwealth Forces Depot at a place called Hiro, just
outside of Kure in the inland sea of Japan. It was here that I met up
with another Lancer; WO John (Gillie) Potter. Gillie used to pride
himself in a waxed and pointed moustache and he liked to give it a twirl
whenever he thought no one was looking, it was he who made me volunteer
for the ‘Buffs’. I had a wonderful memory of him from my days as
mess bartender in Catterick; Gillie had been drinking a little too much
gin and decided to sleep it off on one of the mess couches,
unfortunately, in the mess that night was a joker called Geordie
Woodford who decided to give Gillie a new look, I was sent for some
scissors and Gillie was minus just half his moustache quicker than a
wink. It was some time before he woke up. I will never forget him
sitting up, rubbing his face and discovering his loss. Just for once I
did not get the blame for that one.
Upon reaching our destination I
discovered our accommodation was an old Japanese barracks that I believe
had been used by the Japanese Navy. The buildings were of lightweight
materials which I initially thought was to do with the lack of bricks
and stone. But I was wrong; my first experience with an earthquake
opened my eyes for me in that regard.
I was now all set for a whole new
experience; JAPAN.
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