discovering my story
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Discovering My StoryJeff Gissing
First Presbyterian Church of BethlehemFebruary 2, 2015
“I confess, without shame, that I am sick and tired of fighting — its glory is all moonshine; even success the most brilliant is over dead and mangled bodies, with
the anguish and lamentations of distant families, appealing to me for sons, husbands, and fathers … it is only those who have never heard a shot, never heard
the shriek and groans of the wounded and lacerated … that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation.”
Gen. William T. Sherman, United States Army
Introduction
I’m grateful for the invitation to spend part of this morning with you—
thank you. As I considered what I should share with you, I initially thought
about some topic related to theology or discipleship or something more
outwardly “churchy” than the topic that I have chosen. In the end, however, I
was inwardly moved to invite you into part of my family’s story and how we
discovered the part that my paternal grandfather played in the Second World
War.
I said a moment ago that my topic didn’t seem all that “churchy,” and
perhaps that’s true. It is, however, deeply connected to the ways that God
has been working in my family over the generations. We all have a story,
don’t we? And when we stop to reflect upon it, one of the major actors in that
story is God himself. It’s not always easy to pick out the ways in which God is
at work, but periodically we might receive “hints” or “hunches” that
something bigger, deeper, and wider is going on beyond the details of our
personal stories and those of our families.
I haven’t written or spoken much about what I’ll share this morning.
So, I’m grateful for the chance to commit some thoughts to writing and to
share those words with you. I am a writer by nature and I’m fond of saying
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that I don’t know what I think about a matter until I’ve written about it.
You’ve helped me to process this story once again and in a deeper way by
preparing to share it with you—many thanks. I’m indebted to my father
whose research forms the basis of a significant part of this talk.
Beginnings
Though its beginnings predate my birth, the story became mine when I
was born into it. I was born 39 years ago in a drab military hospital on the
island of Cyprus, a stone’s through from Israel and the rest of the Middle
East. At the time, my father was a Warrant Officer in the British army and
serving as Transport Control Warrant Officer (Royal Corps of Transport) for
one of the two sovereign base areas on Cyprus which are home to a regular
rotation of British Army and Royal Air Force units who rotate through the
theatre of operations. It’s also home to a significant intelligence community
since its proximity to the rest of the Middle East makes it an effective place to
“listen in on other peoples’ conversations.”
They’d lived on Cyprus for a couple of years before I was born—
enjoying the climate and the relative luxury of living on a British base in the
1970s as well as strong Christian fellowship through a group of evangelical
Christians affiliated with a para-church ministry called Soldiers and Airmen’s
Scripture Readers Association (SASRA). Interestingly, SASRA came into being
(1818) when illiteracy was common among troops who had little to no access
to the Bible and couldn’t read it even if they got a copy. Its purpose was to
evangelize the troops and provide for Christian fellowship (koinonia, to use a
term that has a grand history here at FPCB) and to supplement the ministry
of the regimental or squadron chaplains.
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My father (an Englishman) and my mother (an American) had met
while he was visiting a sister who had married an American serviceman and
moved to New Jersey. After their first meeting, they corresponded for a year
or two and then married in1972 moving to Cyprus for their first posting.
While they were there they experienced the culmination of the growing
tensions in the Mediterranean when, in July 1974, Turkish forces invaded and
captured 3% of the island before a ceasefire was declared. The Greek military
junta collapsed and was replaced by a democratic government. In August
1974 further Turkish invasion resulted in the capture of 40% of the island.
The ceasefire line from August 1974 became the United Nations Buffer Zone
in Cyprus and is commonly referred to as the Green Line.
The segregation of the island resulted in the expelling of nearly 25% of
the Cypriot population—mostly of Greek origin—who feared for their life
under the Turkish rule. My father was highly involved with both the military
and humanitarian efforts since he was one of the team responsibly for
transportation in and around the eastern part of the island, the section
closest to the point of the Turkish invasion and closest to the line of
demarcation. They both recall hearing shells landing very close to—but never
on—British soil and also welcoming Cypriot civilian refugees into their home.
At the time they had been hoping to become pregnant and were feeling
frustrated that, as yet, God had not answered their prayer. God’s providence
—his loving tender care of his people—was at work since with the invasion
there was virtually no access to any kind of formula or baby food.
My family was fortunate to live in several wonderful parts of the world.
My sister was born while we lived in Berlin, in the German Democratic
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Republic—something that young adults now learn about only from books. My
father was responsible for running the British military train that ran from
West Germany (the Federal Republic of Germany) through the East and into
the British sector of Berlin. I don’t recall any of this personally since I was a
toddler at the time. And, to be honest, it seems like an age ago that there
was a divided Germany and a divide Berlin with desperate Germans trying all
manner of things to get across the wall.
My father tells of his experience of running the train. It would halt at
the border of East and West and a formal inspection of documents would
happen, the doors would be chained closed and the windows secured so that
no one and nothing could enter or leave the cars until it was safely in Berlin.
After gaining his commission as an officer in the British army, we
moved back to the United Kingdom. Several years later my father and I
began to explore my grandfather’s history of involvement in what we call
World War 2.
My Father
There are a number of people whom I greatly admire—writers,
theologians, thinkers—but none more than my father who will turn 77 in
September. Born in 1938, just a year before the war began, he is part of a
generation of Britons who experienced the war as young children and the
austerity of the post-war years as a young adult. I recall him telling me that
he ate his first banana as a teenager, which is something that few current
teenagers could fathom.
My father joined the army at 19 since, he figured, he was required to
perform National Service and those who voluntarily joined the army were
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paid at a higher rate than those who were forced into its ranks. His army
career was marked by steady progression through the ranks and he retired in
1987 as a Major having risen from the rank of private.
He served in some remarkable places and through some remarkable
years: West and East Germany, Aden (now Yemen), Dubai, and the United
Kingdom, which itself was dealing with domestic terrorism in the form of the
Irish troubles and the activities of the Irish Republican Army. In fact, as a
child I recall our car being inspected for bombs as we entered or left the
base.
He was deployed to the Gulf region as the British army responded to
the insurgency in Aden, a part of South Arabia. Aden—and the port of the
same name--might also be familiar to you since the USS Cole was attacked by
a suicide bomber in 2000.
Partly inspired by Nasser's pan Arab nationalism, the Radfan campaign
began in December 1963 with the throwing of a grenade at a gathering of
British officials at Aden Airport.
A state of emergency was then declared in the British Crown colony of
Aden and its hinterland, the Aden Protectorate. The emergency escalated in
1967 and hastened the end of British rule in the territory, which had begun in
1839. On 30 November 1967, British forces withdrew and the independent
People's Republic of South Yemen was proclaimed.
My father’s role was training Yemeni soldiers—part of the federal
regular army—and he was also involved in the eventual draw down of the
colony when the men and equipment in Aden were transported to Sharjah in
Dubai the nearest British base.
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I grew up close to the army and to soldiering. I knew my father to be a
soldier and that his father has been a soldier, but neither of us knew more
than that he had served in the army and died in World War 2.
Why?
War is a horrible thing and anyone who says otherwise mustn’t be at
all familiar with its reality for those who experience it. Of course, horrors are
—from time to time—a part of life. And the horror of a world war was played
out not peculiarly in my family. One of the horrors of the war is that the
horrific becomes mundane, routine, and a regular part of people’s lives. And
the pure horror of it, understandably, leads people to do abnormal things in
order to cope in its midst and to refuse to discuss it after the fact. As a result,
my father grew up knowing little to nothing of his own father’s sacrifice
largely a result of the trauma—and economic hardship—it placed on his
family.
It’s one thing when less than one percent (the figure is 0.5%) of the
population serve in the military—as today—verses the 12% of the population
who serve during world war. As casualties, in World War 1 2% of the British
population were killed and in World War 2 close to 1% of the population was
killed in action (0.94%), by comparison US casualties were 0.3% of
population. The Axis countries suffered greater casualties with approximately
12% of the German population dying and 25% of the population of Belarus, a
Republic and part of the Soviet Union that was overrun by the Germans and
had a collaborationist military as well as a Soviet-loyal military.
The sheer scale of these numbers are proof enough of the trauma
inflicted on the families of servicemen—both those who lived and those who
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died—in the worthy cause of world freedom. A third of the fathers living of my
Dad’s childhood street did not return home, including my grandfather.
As a young man, my father would visit the war memorial in the city he
grew up in and wonder why his father’s name wasn’t inscribed on it. This was
alternately a cause for concern or for shame. Had his father done something
to cause his name to omitted from the memorials? Had he deserted? Had he
done some other evil act? Why the omission. These thoughts were more
frequent as a younger man, and as the years wore on my Dad thought of it
less often but wondered still.
Around my senior year of high school—1993-1994—I asked my Dad
about my grandfather. For some reason, it caused him to decide to actively
seek out answers for his decades-long wondering. Two years later, as a
sophomore in college, I studied abroad in London and went to the National
Record Office just outside of London in the hope of discovering something
about my grandfather and the unit he served in. This was the first of many
hours spent by me and then by my father to piece together what happened.
The histories of some regiments and divisions are well known. History
swallows others. In this case, a swift defeat despite a tenacious fight and the
subsequent destruction of all unit records and then the consignment of those
troops who capitulated to POW camps caused official accounts to be murky at
best, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
My roots lay in Suffolk, a county in the east of England in a region
sometimes known by its ancient name, “East Anglia.” This was the home of
the pre-Norman angles of “Anglo-Saxon” fame. My great great grandfather
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was a gamekeeper who took care of the pheasants on a Suffolk estate so that
they could be hunted by people such as the Viscount of Grantham.
My great grandfather, a man by the name of Joseph Gissing, had left
the estate to fight in the Great War. He returned from France a broken man—
physically and mentally abusive and given to an over-excess of drink. A
bricklayer by trade he travelled around the county to worksites. His behavior
eventually forced my great grandmother to take her two sons and leave him,
moving to the city of Ipswich (also in Suffolk) to escape his abuse. They lived
in urban poverty with my great grandmother working as a charlady, a house-
cleaner.
In 1939, Hitler invaded Poland having already annexed the Czech
Sudetenland and war was declared. Less than a year after the war began, my
grandfather (Harold Gissing) and his brother (Charlie) were called up. Harold
by now was married and the father of two sons. He reported for duty with his
brother (their serial numbers are one digit different) a day before my father’s
second birthday.
They were drafted into the Royal Artillery, and posted to the 48th Light
Anti-Aircraft Regiment based at Wolverstone Hall, which approximately half
way between Ipswich and Shotley in the county of Suffolk, England.
After basic training, 48 Regiment was assigned to provide anti-aircraft
defense of the port of Harwich against the regular raids of the German
Luftwaffe.
When it comes to deployment, war is like a game of chess—units are
moved from place to place to keep ahead of the enemy’s next move. As the
war progressed, there was increasing need for Royal Artillery troops to
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provide defense for Royal Air Force (RAF) bases in the east theatre of
operations. Several of the units located near 48 Regiment were sent to Malta,
which made the regiment the primary airfield defense unit for the eastern
part of Great Britain during the Battle of Britain.
After almost a year of home front fighting, the regiment was withdrawn
from active service and sent for extensive training for a period of three weeks in
the country around Yeovil in Somerset.
On arrival they were greeted by a day of continuously down pouring rain. But
after that first and highly uncomfortable day, the weather became perfect. The first
few days of training was limited to testing the drivers and dispatch riders, who at this
eleventh hour, were posted to the Regiment to bring it up to full mobile strength.
Amazingly, many were found to be quite untrained and some unable to drive at all;
no one had had any training in mobile operations. They just had to make it work,
failure was not an option. Those with training worked tirelessly to impart their
knowledge to the untrained whom, with equal enthusiasm, set themselves to learning
as quickly as they possibly could.
On September 12th 1941, whilst still at Yeovil, orders were received to cease
training, and to return all vehicles and stores to their respective centers and be ready
to move to Southend-on-Sea in Essex on September 15th 1941.
On September 15th 1941 the Regiment boarded trains at Yeovil and after a
comparatively comfortable train journey arrived at South End in the afternoon.
Empty houses 1in various roads at South End had been requisitioned for
billets, and by 6.30 p.m. every man had been allotted his quarters and was on his
way to a vast hall for the hot meal which awaited them.
At some point Top Secret orders regarding embarkation had been received
from the War Office. The Regiment was destined for Malaya and was expected to 1 I believe that the empty houses were available because the previous occupants had been the subject of a mandatory evacuation and moved to safer areas. Southend-on-Sea is located at the mouth of the Thames estuary where considerable oil and fuel depots were situation. These precious reserves plus London itself were major targets for enemy aircraft.
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serve garrison duty defending a fortified position, possibly Singapore. They had to be
ready to embark by October 14th 1941. This Top Secret information was shared with
only the privileged few.
However troops before proceeding overseas, must be equipped with uniforms
appropriate to that country. For each country in the Middle East and the Far East the
scale and the type of clothing varies, therefore it was not too long before all ranks
had a shrewd idea of their intended destination.
The motto of military transportation is “hurry up and wait.” It took about a
month for the regiment to get kitted out and to get to Scotland, where they would
board a troop ship and steam to their final destination.
Almost immediately after the train had stopped in Glasgow the word flashed
along – “It’s the Athlone Castle”.
The knowing ones rubbed their hands together with satisfaction. The ‘Athlone
Castle’ was a luxury liner and, most importantly, was built for the tropics.
Their ecstasy was short lived however, because no sooner had they begun to
embark a rumor flew round that the ‘Athlone Castle’ had developed engine trouble,
and because 48th LAA Regiment RA were priority troops, they would have to transship
to the ‘Duchess of Atholl’ which at that time was lying further down the river Clyde.
Even though most of the stores and equipment had already been loaded to the
‘Athlone Castle’ it had to be unloaded and placed back on the quayside. Hurry up and
wait.
The ‘Duchess of Atholl’ was a much smaller vessel. The troops found
themselves grossly overcrowded with hammocks below decks slung side by side with
not an inch between them and other men lying in bunks on the deck beneath them. It
was not until the afternoon of the following day that all of their stores and baggage
were loaded and the vessel cast off her moorings and the tugs maneuvered her into
the river Clyde.2 2 I made only one journey by troopship and that was between Harwich and the Hook of Holland, a journey lasting only a few hours. I can assure you that this is not an experience that I would choose to repeat.
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Harold and Charlie awoke on the December 7th 1941 to a day of alternate
bright sunshine and thick snow squalls, with a bitter wind blowing. Many more ships
had arrived and the convoy3 appeared to be forming up. A destroyer or two slipped in
and out of the shipping or circled about its periphery.
The whole of that Sunday afternoon was spent allocating men to their lifeboat
stations, and in practicing rapid assembly at boat stations from the mess decks
below. From this point onwards, all ranks were instructed that they would have to
carry their lifebelts wherever they went, and for the next four nights they must sleep
fully clothed. It was announced that in future water for washing would only be
available for one hour in the morning and one hour in the evening. Hot water would
only be available once a week.
Late on that Sunday came news that would change everything--evening it was
learned that war had broken out in the Pacific. Japan was at war with Great Britain
and the USA. Harold and Charlie realized that their intended service in Malaya would
no longer be mere ‘Garrison Duty.’ It became obvious that fighting lay ahead.
A different kind of fight would occupy them during their weeks at sea: the
fight against boredom, seasickness, and despair.
Owing to the crowded conditions on the ship it was impossible for all the men
to eat at the same time, and in each of the two messes there were three services for
each meal. All ranks had to be washed and shaved4 and their kits rolled up with their
hammocks packed away by 9.00 a.m. From 9.00 a.m. until ‘dismiss’ was sounded on
the bugle, which was about 11.00 a.m. they were all required to stay on deck
regardless of weather.5
The ‘Duchess of Atholl’ as flagship of the convoy, took up station at the head
of the third line. Although the wind had mercifully dropped, a long running swell
Spending a couple of months in similar conditions does not bear thinking about.3 The convoy number was WS 144 Remember they were already required to be fully dressed.5 Do you recall what the weather was like at that time? It alternated between bright sunshine and thick snow squalls, with a bitter wind. Not ideal conditions to be on the open deck of a ship.
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made the ship pitch considerably and the true meaning of her nickname ‘The
Dancing Duchess’ soon became apparent.
The next day, December 10th 1941 the ship pitched heavily, and victims
became numerous. At the midday meal there was some 180 empty places at each
meal served in the men’s messes. By early afternoon the great majority were to be
seen in every state and position of absolute misery. It was at this point in the voyage
that the overcrowding caused the most acute discomfort due to the constant need to
get to the latrines. Later sleeping on deck became possible and a slightly better
routine was evolved.
In the early hours of December 12th 1941 a series of crashes throughout the
ship announced the collapse of temporary bunks, steel uniform cases and all
moveable objects were being tossed all over the place. The troops, due to lack of
sleep, rose wearily. They faced what was to be the worst day of the voyage. At
breakfast a particularly vicious roll of the ship caused five tables, with ninety men to
collapse completely; mess tins, food, knives and forks flew in all directions and from
the resulting chaos three men broke their ankles and another received a very badly
cut hand.
Sailing farther south, the weather eventually changed. December 20 th 1941
was a swelteringly hot day. All hot water was turned off in an effort to cool the ship,
but this had little effect and the lack of ventilation in a ship built for the North Atlantic
made it felt. A change in convoy formation took place by the ships forming into four
lines of ships, line astern. On December 21st 1941 a further change was made as the
lines of ships closed to form one long single line. At 7.00 a.m. a headland loomed up
out of the mist and a cutter with pilots was seen approaching. Harold and Charlie
had reached Freetown (Sierra Leone).
The convoy remained in Freetown until the afternoon of Christmas day. No
shore leave was authorized. Natives in their ‘bum boats’6 were selling oranges and
6 Small native sail boats operated by local tradesmen selling their merchandise.
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bananas. The purchase of these fruits was forbidden.7 Native divers provided great
amusement by diving for coins thrown by soldiers’ enjoying a breath of fresh air on
the upper decks of the ship.
On January 4th 1942 the portion of the convoy which was to call at Capetown
took up station to port while the ships going to Durban, which included the ‘Duchess
of Atholl’, formed up to starboard. That evening the Capetown group dropped astern
and the next morning those on the ‘Duchess’ saw the South African coastline with
Table Mountain clearly visible. Durban was their destination and as hot and cold
water was now available all day Harold and Charlie spent time washing their personal
clothes in preparation for a spell of shore leave. After a month of being cramped and
crowded on a troopship, shore leave was to be a welcomed respite and pleasure.
The convoy arrived off Durban at 6.30 a.m. on January 8th 1942 and the ships
entered the harbor one by one with the ‘Duchess of Atholl’ berthing at 9.00 a.m.
Shore leave was granted immediately and Charlie and Harold filed ashore as soon as
they had been issued with their passes and some South African currency. Officers
were allowed ashore at 11.30 a.m. and the other ranks being allowed ashore at 2.00
p.m. in the meantime everybody crowded on deck to see the sights. It is alleged that
the ship developed a remarkable list as all ranks rushed to the ships rails to see the
first women that they had seen for over a month.
The next three days were spent in Durban and once again residents did their
utmost to give the troops a happy time. Complete strangers took groups of men
home and gave them an enjoyable respite in a family atmosphere. Others took men
to the cinema, to restaurants or canteens and every car owner seemed determined
on giving rides round Durban to as many soldiers as possible. This was particularly
noticeable on the Saturday and Sunday when, as it seemed, all the cars in Durban
lined up at a previously advertised rendezvous, and thousands of men were taken for
drives to the Valley of the Thousand Hills, to the Umgeni River and to other attractive 7 It is evident that the officers did not want their soldiers getting sick from eating fruits which they were not accustomed to. I did not sample the taste of a banana until I was approximately 13 years of age.
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spots in the neighborhood. Others were taken to see the Snake Farm, and the
monkeys along the Burman Avenue.
All good things must come to an end, and end they did. On Monday January
11th 1942 it was learned that the convoy would probably sail the following day. Sail it
did, and at 2.30 p.m. the s.s. Dunera steamed slowly out of harbor while every
railway engine and all the ships whistled a succession of victory ‘V’s’ in final
salutation. There was a fine drizzle and very bad visibility as the convoy put to sea.
On January 31st (1942) it was officially announced that the destination of the
regiment had been changed, and that instead of going to Singapore it would
disembark in the Dutch East Indies. On February 3rd (1942) the convoy sighted land
for the first time since leaving Durban and entered the Sunda Straights, passing
Krakatau in the early hours of the morning. Later in the afternoon Tanjung Priok port
loomed up out of the haze and the Dunera made its way slowly through a torturous
channel to berth alongside the quay at 4.00 p.m. just two calendar months, to the
day, since the regiment had entrained at Southend.
At 6.00 p.m. the regiment disembarked and moved in a convoy of vehicles to
Batavia, some 12 miles away, and there to the 11th & 12th Battalion (Dutch East Indies
Army) barracks at Meester Cornelis on the far side of town. It was a long arduous
business, for the guides were few and many of the vehicles did not have headlights.
Shortly after midnight the men were all in quarters, of a sort, and too tired to await
the hot soup that was sent up from one of the large hotels. Most men turned in to
sleep and await daylight for a general sorting out to take place.
The long voyage was over. The outlook since the regiment left England was
completely and perhaps disastrously changed. What lay ahead? What indeed?
On the morning of February 4th 1942 it was realized that two major problems
had to be faced. The first one being that there was no proper supply system
operating. There was no food immediately available for the thousands of British
troops now pouring into the town. Although all ranks appreciated the difficulties of
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the situation, those with knowledge of the problems, which were bound to arise, were
amazed by the ridiculous actions of Group Headquarters (GHQ) in removing to
Bandung, the very officers whose presence in Batavia was, at that particular time,
considered absolutely essential.
The second problem was one peculiar to 48th LAA Regiment RA. On leaving
England the regiment was informed that its guns, ammunition and transport would
be shipped direct to Singapore and would be handed over to the regiment upon its
arrival. As the regiment was now in Batavia, Java, the question arose ‘where are our
guns, ammunition and transport?’
Originally it was hoped that the British troops would be able to draw rations through
the Dutch army which was based in Batavia. It was discovered however, that the
Dutch army was mainly composed of local native troops whose wartime ration scale
consisted chiefly of rice. This was quite unsuitable for British troop rations. A
compromise was reached and it was eventually decided that rations would be
provided to the British troops by local hotels. The British troops had to make the best
arrangements that they could with the hotels. Regrettably, as the hotels had been
given no advance warning of this major commitment, their immediate stocks were
totally inadequate. Because of this totally unacceptable situation, the only food the
British troops received that morning was a cup of coffee and a sandwich that was
provided from a mobile canteen operated by the Dutch Women’s Volunteer
organization. During the evening sandwiches were provided by the Nederlanden
Hotel.8
On February 10th 1942, 95th Battery and 49th Battery withdrew from the gun
sites they were occupying at Meester Cornelis and Tanjung Priok and completed their
preparation for the move to Sumatra. Between them they had managed to collect
8 Obviously not a healthy diet for those deployed in a ‘theater of war’ and who may well be engaged in a long ferocious battle in the very near future.
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twenty Bofors, which was just four short of their establishment. Spare parts and tools
were non-existent and the amount of ammunition they had was considered
‘inadequate’. Transport was made almost up to scale with the exception of 3 ton
trucks. 3 ton trucks had to be used for towing the guns as no towers had arrived. The
shortage of transport did cause great difficulty. First of all, as there was no ‘base
depot’ there was no means of dumping surplus baggage and clothing which normally
would not be carried around. Secondly, the batteries were required to carry 28 days
of rations and as much additional ammunition and fuel as they could lay their hands
upon. Traditionally, rations, ammunition, fuel and lubricants, would be supplied by
the Royal Army Service Corps (RASC) from a well established base depot. But now
these two batteries were required to move, short of vehicles, with no supporting
supply columns, and themselves loaded with more rations, ammunition and fuel than
had been anticipated. The result was gross overloading of vehicles, a situation which
inevitably brings serious trouble.
February 13th 1942, marked the beginning of a rapid and bewildering
succession of troop movements. First, two troops of 95th Battery embarked at Batavia
and set out for Sumatra. Second, the following morning at 8:00 a.m. 49 th Battery and
the remainder of 95th Battery entrained at Taneh Abang and followed them. Many
other movements also took place during this time.
During the afternoon of Saturday February 14th 1942, a few hours after the
departure of 49th Battery the Dutch air raid report centre announced that 120
Japanese aircraft were over Palembang. It was not known until the following morning
that these aircraft carried and escorted parachutists who attacked the aerodrome at
Palembang known as P1.
On February 16th 1942 two big items of news were announced. First,
Singapore had fallen. The second that the parachute attack on Palembang on the 14 th
had been followed up the next day by a big landing of Japanese troops and that
Palambang had been captured. As the two aerodromes at Palambang (P1 & P2) were
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the only aerodromes in operational use by the RAF, it was evident that 95th and 49th
Batteries had been sent to Sumatra too late.
On February 17th 1942 it was learned that 95th and 49th Batteries had re-
embarked at Oosthaven and had already began to arrive at Merak docks. They had
brought their guns back, but owing to the lack of ships they had to leave all of their
transport in Sumatra. At midnight on the 17th the regimental 2 IC set out for Merak
docks with a convoy of twenty 3 ton trucks to convey the guns and equipment of the
batteries back to Batavia.
This was the position when the Regiment set about reorganizing itself after
the shambolic Sumatra affair. On February 19th 1942 orders were received that 49th
Battery was to be deployed at Kalijati airfield, some 80 miles from Batavia. They had
to be in position by first light on February 21st 1942. On February 20th 1942 they
were able to report that all guns were deployed and ready for action at 4.45 p.m. This
was considered a very creditable performance taking into account the weariness of
the men, the strange vehicles and the 80 mile drive, and the disorganization which
the battery had suffered forty-eight hours previously.
On February 21st 1942 at about 10.30 a.m. the enemy carried out a low level
attack on Kalijati airfield. Fifteen twin-engine medium bombers, escorted by fighters,
bombed the airfield with anti-personnel bombs. As the name implies, anti-personnel
bombs are designed to cause personal injury or death as opposed to destroying
buildings or the runway. The Japanese wanted to inflict minimum structural damage
so that they could utilize the airfield in their quest to invade Australia. In sequence
with the bombing, machine gunning of the airfield and gun sites took place from the
low level of 200 feet. All of the guns of 49 th Battery engaged the enemy, seven hits
were claimed. Two aircraft were shot down and two more were believed to have been
damaged and eventually crashed. A bomb burst five yards from one gun killing Lance
Bombardier Gafney and Gunner Brown. Five other soldiers were wounded9. General
9 Charlie was one of those wounded and evacuated to a hospital nearby.
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Van Oyen the Dutch Air Force and Anti Aircraft commander, congratulated the
Battery on their splendid shooting on their first defense of Kalijati airfield.
February 21st 1942 is noteworthy, because from this day forward, the lives of
Harold and Charlie were irreversibly changed. Charlie’s evacuation from Kalijati
airfield means that their once ‘single’ story, now becomes ‘two’ very different
stories. Despite its importance, Charlie’s account will have to be resumed later.10
February 24th 1942 was one of great enemy activity, in the course of which
the whole of 48th LAA Regiment were in action. The battle opened when 22 enemy
aircraft (Junkers 88) attacked the airfield at 10.00 a.m. coming in at 2,500 feet diving
to 300 feet in a heavy bomb, anti-personnel and machine gun attack. Nine guns of
49th Battery were in action and three aircraft were shot down, with a further hit
claimed, but not confirmed. Thankfully no casualties were reported.
On February 25th 1942, Kalijati was again attacked. The first attack was by 16
twin engine aircraft which came in and delivered a high level bombing attack, in the
course of which one man was wounded. Later in the day, around midday, 15 enemy
bombers and 15 fighters were seen approaching the airfield. Before reaching it
however, they broke formation and delivered a number of low-level individual
bombing and machine gun attacks. Nine guns went into action and shot down two
planes for certain, one of which was in flames. Five other hits were claimed. In the
second attack, three men were wounded.
The inadequate and insufficient supply of rations and fuel continued to be a
source of extreme concern for 49th Battery, in fact, the supply of these vital
commodities depended totally on ‘local purchase’ from civilian sources. Regrettably
most of the buying had to be done in Soerbang which was some distance away from
the airfield. The ammunition situation was absolutely ridiculous in that the ammo
dump was located many miles east of Bandung involving a two day round trip
10 His story resumes on page 13
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expedition. Clearly the supply system did not keep pace with the recent
deployments.
On February 28th 1942 it was reported that there had been a Japanese landing
at Cirebon on the West coast, the previous day. This was 56th Regiment, 48th Division
of the Imperial Japanese Army (IJA) and was the first reported landing of enemy
troops on Java. Following this was a warning that an enemy convoy of 37 transport
vessels was now somewhere off the North coast. Although the RAF had been
bombing this convoy and would continue doing so all night, their efforts did nothing
to slow the progress of the convoy and a landing was considered to be imminent.
As a precaution the Java Air Command (JAC) was already preparing for the evacuation
and the demolition of Kalijati stuctures and fuel dumps. Unfortunately, events
developed quicker than JAC had foreseen and much quicker than could be monitored
and accurately controlled from the JHQ located at Bandung.
The convoy actually reached the coast in the early hours of March 1st 1942. At 4.40
a.m. 230 Infantry Brigade landed at Eretan Wetan. The Dutch officer on duty in the
Command Post (CP) in the village of Kalijati, received a phone call from the Chief of
the village at Eretan Wetan, informing him that Japanese tanks were landing straight
opposite his house. As a result of this call, all duty officers of the RAF; AA Regiments;
Dutch air force and Dutch army were informed.
The Japanese invasion force headed South towards Subang during which they
met some Dutch resistance. But on being re-enforced by another Japanese
detachment at 8.15 a.m. they overcame the Dutch troops and pressed on Westward
to their main objective of Kalijati airfield.
Unfortunately, at Kalijati, due to heavy tropical rains, all civilian phone lines
were out of commission and there was no military radio communications
operational11 Because of this ridiculous situation it was impossible for Group Captain
11 In any battle situation good secure communications are vital. Having to rely upon public phone facilities is totally unacceptable.
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G F Whistondale RAF (operational commander of the British units and also Station
Commander) and Lieutenant Colonel J J Zomer (Commander of the Dutch air force) to
seek orders or instructions from superior headquarters. There were disagreements
between commanders, Whistondale wanted to wait for instructions, Zomer did not.
He felt ‘self initiative’ was appropriate at this time. He therefore decided to
commence the demolitions that his personnel were responsible for.
It was not until 7.00 a.m. that communications were re-established with
Bandung and Whistondale and Zomer received instructions from their respective
HQs. Both the British and Dutch air forces at JHQ, determined that Kalijati was not in
direct danger.12 The Dutch were ordered to send a reconnaissance party to probe the
Japanese situation at Eretan Wetan and a battalion was to be sent to counter attack
the Japanese at their landing site at Cirebon. Zomer was not at all happy with these
decisions, as he was aware that the unit earmarked for reconnaissance had only four
armored cars and they would be no match for the Japanese tanks plus the fact that
they were 75 km away from the beach head. The battalion ordered to counter attack
was 100 km away and had to travel along narrow country roads to Tomo and then
another 100 km to the Japanese landing site at Cirebon.
Whistondale and Zomer continued their disagreements and squabbles, which
did not help the situation one iota. Thankfully, at some point, Whistondale placed
ground defense under the command of the British Light Anti-Aircraft Regiment13, who
were to prepare for possible evacuation. The ground defense force was, at best, an
ad hoc assemblage. It consisted of RAF ground and maintenance crews and Gunners
from 12th Battery, 6th HAA Regiment RA who had lost their guns in South-Sumatra. In
all about 270 personnel. They were reasonably well armed, but mostly untrained in
and unprepared for ground defense. The remaining 40mm guns from here on,
adopted an anti-tank role, a role in which they had little or no training.12 This proved to be a gross miscalculation, probably due to lack of any accurate and timely intelligence. 13 This would be 49th LAA Battery, 48th LAA Regt RA.
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The resistance from this mixed bag of defenders, took the Japanese attackers
by surprise, and without doubt assisted greatly in the escape of many allied troops
from the airfield. This magnificent achievement was recognized by the Japanese, who
later reported to senior British offices that the “British soldiers and airmen had fought
very gallantly indeed”
Although a few guns of 49th LAA Battery were hurriedly evacuated, most of the
Gunners remained at their post allowing for the effective withdrawal of their
comrades14. One gun was ambushed but managed to extricate itself. During the
evacuation Gunners Simpson, Couchman and O’Sullivan were killed. Sergeant White
was wounded and taken prisoner. These were casualties which were reported by eye
witnesses. Those who did escape later admitted that events at this point in time
became so confused, that it is almost impossible to obtain a clear picture of what
really happened.
At the pre-arranged rendezvous point, when the roll was called, it was
discovered that seventy personnel of 49th Battery were missing in action. Later a
number of stragglers arrived, although this was encouraging, fifty15 soldiers remained
missing.
Those who remained behind at Kalijati, did not survive. Had there been
survivors, then the situation following the capture of the airfield would have been
made clear. There are mixed viewpoints as to what really happened to those who
remained. Some believe that the Japanese did not take prisoners, in other words,
they did not allow them to surrender. Some believe that they did take prisoners, but
they were corralled and executed. Some believe that although the number of
casualties is high, they believe they were killed in action. A research paper written by
a Dutch professor states:16
14 Harold was one of those who remained behind. I am of the opinion that this would have been mandatory rather than voluntary. 15 The list of those who were originally reported missing is included in this narrative.16 The battle for Kalijati from a joint operations perspective by P C Boer. His document was a special study on behalf of the Dutch Military Academy. This is the equivalent to ‘Sandhurst’ (UK) or ‘West Point’ (USA). The document I have contains only extracts
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A large number of British ground troops were taken prisoner. A number of these
soldiers were later executed by the Japanese at Kalijati. On 2nd March, many
soldiers from the British Army and the RAF who managed to get away arrived at
Bandoeng. However, from around 350 men from the British Army and 30 men of
the RAF (roughly 270 men ground defense and 110 men AA who were at Kalijati,
110 Army and all the 30 RAF that were deployed as ground defense remained
missing in action. It later turned out that at least 40 men were executed or
murdered by the Japanese.
from Boer’s extensive paper. It was translated by my Dutch research contact Jos Mulders.
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