Twenty-One: Coming of Age in World War II. James Holland

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СКАЧАТЬ came new orders: the brigade was no longer to concentrate on the railway south of Indaw, but to move further west; north of Indaw, the 16th Brigade were to establish a block with an airstrip to be known as ‘Aberdeen’.

      By 2 April, when they finally linked up with Brigade HQ, 46 Column had reached their area of operations. The following afternoon they set off to prepare a roadblock. The going was hard and it was dark before they reached their destination. Chris had to walk through a hornets’ nest in order not to lose touch with the people ahead and was badly stung. When they eventually reached their forming-up point for the block, the column was split into two: a fighting and tail group. Normally Chris was at the tail of the column but in the anticipation of battle casualties was sent up front to join the fighting group.

      It was just as well. Later in the night they heard the ‘most foul and nerve-shattering screaming’ coming from the tail. For a moment Chris stood petrified, then dived for cover as shots and explosions rang out. After the initial confusion, a platoon was sent to the rear to help the tail group who, it seemed, had been attacked. ‘It was an eerie night,’ wrote Chris. ‘We lay for hours listening to spasmodic firing and staring out into the moonlit trees, imagining one heard Japs’ footsteps coming over the crunchy leaves.’

      Morning brought news of the previous night’s events. A platoon of men at the tail had become slightly separated from the main column and had inadvertently walked straight into a party of Japanese. Chris’s great friend Captain John Busby had been cut down by a sword and killed along with several others. ‘I put up a thankful prayer that I was not marching in my normal place behind John,’ wrote Chris. ‘How I pray he didn’t suffer too much. Felt hellish that I hadn’t been there to look after him when he most needed me.’

      The next day they had their revenge of sorts. Having established their block, they waited for any enemy traffic to come their way. Sure enough, late in the afternoon a number of trucks rumbled towards them, the first blowing up as it struck a booby trap and in turn detonating explosives that had been laid under a bridge across the river. ‘What a gorgeous sound,’ noted Chris. ‘I felt like yelling in excitement, and kept thinking, “That’s one for John Busby, you bastards.”’

      After holding the block for forty-eight hours, they were on the move again. Chris had had a busy time tending to wounded from their first encounter, treating ongoing sicknesses, and also one casualty who had been badly concussed when an air drop – a box of hob-nailed boots – landed on his head. As they headed west they crossed another road and accidentally walked into the middle of a stationary column of Japanese vehicles. ‘I was never so surprised in my life,’ wrote Chris, ‘when I found we were walking past a camouflaged truck.’ Fortunately, the Japanese seemed to be more alarmed than they were and fled into the jungle, the men of 46 Column firing after them. Later that day they had another run-in with a Japanese patrol – and again came out on top. ‘Very close fighting this is,’ noted Chris.

      The next day they captured a Japanese-held village, but their promised air support arrived too late and opened fire on them instead. Two men were shot. One was not too badly hurt, but the other had been hit in the liver, a wound Chris knew would prove fatal. In the night, the man died.

      The next few days they were constantly on the move, but Chris was discovering that marching was now much more of a burden. ‘Not only are we all tired,’ wrote Chris, ‘but I have to stop so often to pick up sick men who’ve fallen out.’ He would then have to get them onto a pack mule or pony and then catch up the rest of the column. By 16 April, he had two men desperately ill with cerebral malaria. Chris called for a light plane to evacuate them, but it didn’t arrive until the following day, by which time their condition had worsened. Both men died as they were being carried towards the nearest airstrip. And as if disease and exhaustion weren’t enough, they had the added strain of almost daily run-ins with Japanese patrols.

      New orders arrived. The role of the Chindits had changed yet again and they were now under overall control of the American General Stilwell, who was planning an attack from the north to take two important Japanese railheads at Myitkyina and Mogaung. Indaw, for which the 16th Brigade had sacrificed so much, was now to be abandoned. So too was Broadway and the blocks at Aberdeen and White City. The latter had also been fiercely fought over, but now the main effort was to be further north: the Chindits, while continuing to make life as difficult for the Japanese as possible, were to try and link up with Stilwell’s US-Chinese forces. In the meantime, 111th Brigade were to set up a further block on the road and railway south of Mogaung at a clearing to be known as ‘Blackpool’.

      But 46 Column faced a long, circuitous and arduous march to reach Blackpool, made worse by several torrential downpours, the first sign that the monsoon was on its way. Sore feet were now getting damp too. ‘I am giving poor comfort to a line of sick men,’ wrote Chris on 27 April. ‘They seem to be sitting everywhere with their big raw feet held ready for inspection. Flavine, elastoplast, more elastoplast, iodine, and they put their boots back on and hobble off.’ A man with a temperature of 104 degrees was given decent treatment; a man with a temperature of only 101 was given a dose of sympathy and told to get back in line.

      On they went, one day catching some fish by lobbing hand grenades into a pool, another day getting completely lost. After rendezvousing with several other columns, the officers were called to Brigade HQ and given a briefing on the situation. Afterwards Chris noted, ‘It looks as if we will have some fighting now.’ How right he was. First, though, they still had to reach Blackpool. The closer they got, the harder the march. Climbing a particularly steep hill, one of Chris’s medical mules slipped and somersaulted twenty feet back down into a thicket of bamboo. It took two hours to free it and get it back on its feet again. ‘Yes, very bad country,’ noted Chris.’ Very

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