A BRIEF HISTORY
OF LIFE IN REME
A Craftsman’s Story 1948 to I953 Contributed by: Phil KEMPSTER Chapter
Fourteen. Back To Work At 221 Vehicle Battalion Workshops 1952
And another unexpected adventure
My
life soon returned to normal and I was back doing what I do best, driving and
road testing vehicles. It was now well
into 1952 and I had only a few months to serve here before being sent back to
the U K. It was about this time that
we started to get the new Land Rover vehicles, they were to replace some of
the older types of lightweight trucks.
I used to help R.E.M.E. Inspectorate Vehicle Mechanic Inspectors road
test these when I was not on driving duties, it was great driving these very
modern up to date trucks after some of the old ex WW2 types like Morris
Commercials, Bedford 15cwt, Bedford QL personnel carriers, etc. that I had
driven over the years. It
was about this time that I was to experience another exciting period during
my time in Malaya, my C/O Capt Balsam called me to his office to ask me to
drive a new Fordson 15Cwt truck to a place called Port Dickson, way up
country on the west coast of Malaya, and hand the vehicle over to the
R.E.M.E. Inspectorate driver Cfn Whalley, an old mate of mine from my early
days in Singapore. He was the driver
of a team of Inspectors based at workshops in Kluang and he had written his
truck off in an accident, fortunately no one was injured. He was billeted in a Malay Regiment
barracks at Port Dickson close by near the coast. Anyway when I picked myself
up from the floor he gave me my instructions.
I was to take Cfn Tooke as my escort, report to the R.A.O.C. armoury
and draw out 303 rifles and 50 rounds of ammunition each and collect the new
truck from the compound, fill up with fuel and report to the police check
point early the next day to join a convoy with armoured escorts to take us up
country, as near as possible to our destination. We arrived at the check point at the crack
of dawn to find that the convoy and escort had already set off, the police
advised us to return to our unit and report back there the next day. I told them that this vehicle had to be
delivered that day and I would try to catch up with the convoy before the
next check point, they agreed with that so off we went at a rate of knots. We met quite a few convoys going the
opposite way, they gave us a wave as we flashed past, there was no sign of
anything ahead of us, just a straight road ahead with rubber and palm trees
on either side and the occasional small settlements of kampongs with groups
of local Malays waving to us as we went by.
We came to some road signs to Kota Tinge and Mersing so I knew we were
going in the right direction. I had
planned a route so, with fingers crossed, we carried on. There was no sign of any check points. After a few more miles the countryside
began to open up to areas of open spaces with scrubland on both sides of the
road so I decided to stop and stretch our legs and take a couple of
photographs. So out we got out with
our rifles at the ready and had few minutes to take stock of our
situation.
We
agreed there was no point in turning back so off we went towards Kota Tinge
and the unknown, we passed through more small villages and rubber plantations
and coconut palms on either side, the villagers waving and looking quite
surprised to see a lone army truck passing by. It was during this part of the journey that
the engine started to cough and hold back a bit, poor old Cfn. Tooke went a
bit white and looked quite worried. I
assured him that everything was okay, the fuel was running out of one tank
and I had to switch over to the reserve tank. This I did and the engine soon
started to run smoothly again. We were
soon on our way again heading towards Malaca and Muar to join the road to
Port Dickson and Kluang. We arrived on
the outskirts of Malaca, this was the largest town we had seen since leaving
Johore Baru. I found the turn off for
Muar and after a few miles the road came to an end and facing us was a wide
fast flowing river with a small wooden jetty.
I thought Christ what do I do now?
Then we spotted a Malay chap waving to us from the opposite bank
shouting, we assumed, for us to stay put.
Neither of us could understand a word of Malay. Anyway this chap started to pull a rope
tied to a platform and this came slowly towards us. I thought bloody hell, this truck will
never fit on that but with a few nods and smiles he convinced me it would and
to my relief it did but only just.
Anyway
off we went rocking and swaying across to the opposite bank, and with lots of
thanks and smiles we rejoined the road to head towards Port Dickson, this
road was quite narrow and wound its way through small settlements with bamboo
huts and small shops on either side with the local men, women and kids waving
and looking rather surprised to see a lone army truck driving past. On we went through miles of rubber
plantations and palm groves and eventually we got a view of the sea through
the trees and a few miles further on we had views of the most beautiful
beaches I had ever seen. I knew then
that we were nearing our
I
handed over the new truck to Cfn. Whalley and we were soon settled in, after
a good meal and a few drinks in the N.A.A.F.I. We settled down for the night, me and Cfn.
Tooke were more than ready for a good kip after that journey. Next
morning I thought I had better ring our C/O Capt Balsam and let him know we
had arrived safely. I also asked him
nicely if we could spend a couple of days here, I think this was on a Friday,
and he said that was okay but we had to be back on Monday, what a great C/O
he was. We spent the next two days swimming and larking about on the beach
most of the time. During the day it was fantastic, in the evenings we went
boozing in the club on camp and woke up with sore heads, Tooksey and I could
not keep up with Whalley and Lofty they were a right pair of boozers.
All
good things come to an end and early Monday morning we said our goodbyes and
Whalley took us to the railway station in Kluang for us to start our journey
back to Johore Baru, I was not looking forward to this at all. This train was often attacked by the communist
forces on its way through the jungle areas of Malaya to and from Well
life goes on and my time In Malaya would soon be over so I was soon back
driving the C/O about and taking his wife on shopping trips to Orchard Road
cold store in Singapore etc. helping the Vehicle Mechanics road test
vehicles, servicing and cleaning my truck, running the lads to Changi Beach
at week ends. I also took some of them
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