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2/20th Battalion A.I.F. |
R.A.P. (Regiment Aid Post) was only about 100 yards behind where I was fighting. So desperate was our situation, and just after I left for R.A.P., Colonel Assherton gave the order: -
He ordered Major Merrett and "A" Company to be rear-guard and try to hold the Japanese off whilst the other Companies withdrew.
On reaching the R.A.P. tent, I lifted the flap and walked in to see Ray Nolan from Taree, near home, who had enlisted same day as I did - No NX 640, one after me - lying on a stretcher obviously on which he had been brought in. I said: -
He said: -
He had received a bullet in his left shoulder which came out in the middle of his back striking bone and leaving outlet-wound large as your hand.
Fortunately, again I did the right thing. Realising I wasn't going to get any attention there, I turned on my heel and walked out. The chap who had been with me in jungle at Mersing had joined me at R.A.P. Why he had left his post I never found out. Apparently had faith in making a survival effort. As we left tent he said: -
I said: -
I dived into patch of scrub to get cover from view of intense fire. The track leading through the scrub was lined with blokes lying on the ground in various positions. At end of track, and other side of a circular scrub patch, a chap had a white flag on a stick waving it around, disgustedly. I said: -
He did, overlooking the fact that I was unarmed except for a hand-grenade I had demanded from mate. I found out months later that all the chaps lying in the scrub were wounded like me, yet I knew the Japs would show them no mercy. Tommy Donohoe and I walked straight through the scrub patch and out the other side, turning left downhill and almost immediately spotting Major Merrett leading survivors of "A" Company and the rearguard in the direction I was taking. Never having been in the area before, I thought: -
Sid was in the party too.
We only travelled along the edge of jungle for I00 yards when a Jap stepped out of the jungle edge, immediately ahead of us, with his rifle to shoulder and demanded in English to: -
Everyone stopped dead. Major Merrett, just ahead of me, with big revolver on his hip (which I expected him to use) waited a few seconds, then at the same time as pulling pin from grenade, I said : -
Why the Jap didn't shoot me, I will never know, unless he was out of ammunition and bluffing. Anyway I wasn't, and threw the grenade to lob behind him and cut off an escape. To my amazement, he had gone. He surely must have had previous experience with grenades and didn't wait to offer any opposition.
We continued in same direction, coming shortly after, to a huge drain 10 ft deep and 10 ft wide. I think it was at the head of the Kranji River and draining a large swampy area. We had to get over it. We dropped down into the mud and hoped no one had a machine gun covering length of the drain. We negotiated the drain successfully (there was no time to think of the possibility of infection to wounds from hip-deep mud and water). This was still much better than for many others who were cut off and had to try to cross the Kranji further down. Many were unable to swim - quite a few drowned despite wonderful efforts of one 2/20th officer, who, with a magnificent physique and being a strong swimmer, saved many. |
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