A BRIEF HISTORY
OF LIFE IN REME
A Craftsman’s Story 1948 to I953 Contributed by: Phil KEMPSTER Chapter
Thirteen. The
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Me with the R.A.F. Vickers Valetta aircraft waiting
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had been to this base before during my recovery course days, we were encamped
very close to the perimeter of the runways and the R.A.F allowed us to use
their N.A.A.F.I, very nice it was too.
This was a very huge base with lots of different types of aircraft
flying in and out, Dakotas,
To continue my story, we all climbed aboard, got seated
and belted in, I think there were about 30 plus seats on this aircraft
excluding the crew of three. We were a
mixture of Army and Airmen, I was the only R.E.M.E. man on board, I had a
window seat looking out over the starboard wing and engine, sat next to me
was a very nervous looking R.A.F Cpl.
I think, like me, he had never flown before. The crew eventually got the engines started
with clouds of smoke coming from the exhausts and off we went at a rate of
knots, the noise and vibration was unbelievable until we reached cruising
height, then it went a bit quieter.
I
looked at the R.A.F. Cpl next to me he was going paler by the minute. A crew member that was looking after us
came and gave him a bag in case he was sick which he eventually was. At this point I decided to have a look out
of the window, we had left
After
a short time we were joined by more vehicles, including armoured cars, so now
we were quite a convoy. We set off
with an armoured car leading the way in front and one at the rear of the
convoy, I thought to myself it must be a bit dangerous up ahead and there’s
us in an open backed truck. The start
of the journey was quite flat with paddy fields, coconut palms, rubber
plantations, small settlements of local people living in their houses on
stilts with a roof made from palm leaves.
I was beginning to enjoy this trip.
We started to climb through thick undergrowth with jungle areas on
both sides, local natives were waving to us from the undergrowth, they were
stark naked and lived in the jungle. I
forget the name of this tribe but I know they were friendly and were used by
our forces to track through the jungle to seek out the enemy camps. We now began to climb steeply with hairpin
bends and sheer drops down the mountain sides covered in thick jungle and as
we climbed even higher it started to get cooler and now and again we could
hear gunfire, this apparently was from our armoured car escorts firing into
the undergrowth to keep any would be ambushers at bay. By this time it was beginning to go dark
and really cold, we were only dressed in our jungle olive green uniforms and
I started to shiver and stuffed my beret down my shirt front to keep my chest
warm. I had never been so cold since
leaving Blighty. We eventually arrived
at the B.M.H. Cameron Highlands to be greeted by the nurses and staff, we
were given hot drinks and a meal and were soon tucked up in our beds for the
night we even had blankets to keep us warm, a bit of a change from sleeping
without a stitch on and just a mosquito net over your bed sweating all
night.
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After
a good nights sleep I awoke quite early and started to look around the ward I
was in. We were quite a mixed bag of
infantrymen, airmen, corps personnel like myself and some S.A.S that had been
wounded by friendly fire whilst on patrol in the jungle behind enemy
lines. We were all walking wounded
recovering in this marvellous Hospital way up in the
The
window close to my bed in the ward over looked a valley and on the side of
this valley was a Convent and apparently during World War 2 the Japanese used
this as an officer’s mess and gave the Nuns a rough time. Just below the Convent was a white marble
statue, apparently this was put there in memory of a Nun that had been raped
and murdered by Japanese officers during their stay.
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The R.A.S.C. camp across the road from the |
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It was
rumoured that at night, after lights out, this Nun could sometimes be seen
walking through the ward like a white ghostly shadow, I must admit I never
saw her, perhaps because I kept my head under the clothes until daylight [all
this is true honest].
Sadly
my stay at the
I
was transported to my unit in Johore Baru and reported for duty the following
day. Our C/O Capt Balsam and all my
mates welcomed me back.
Published: 1st November 2007