1
February 1940
Chilwell Notts
On 15th February 1940 I had to report for Army service in the RAOC (Royal Army Ordance Corps) at Chilwell, Notts. I canât say I was sorry to go, for like most lads in those days I looked upon the Army and soldiers etc. as an adventure â just an experience. Of course, we didnât think of the war and battlefields. Most of us, like the people at home, thought it would all be finished in a few months. That was what newspapers and talk made us believe. They said Germany could not last more than 6 months â the people were starving, the country was bankrupt and anyway he was only bluffing, his tanks were only cardboard!
So we were all very light-hearted. Little did we know of all the things that were to happen in the coming years, of the setbacks, of the sacrifices many were to make, and the suffering there was to be in all Europe. Perhaps it was as well that we didnât â what would have been our feelings if we had known we were to do 6 or more years in the Army â not so much the time we had to do, but the conditions and hardships we had to suffer meanwhile? Learning our training the hard way, with insufficient and inadequate equipment and weapons and not even having a bed to lie on at nights. Had we started with full equipment and the proper training camps etc., our life at first would have been much easier, and perhaps the war would not have lasted the years that it did â but those are all âifsâ.
Not that I, myself, had a very tough time â I had my hardships, and rough living along with the rest of the boys, but taking everything into consideration, I was pretty lucky. A lot of things happened, and at the time we often thought we were getting a raw deal, but strangely enough everything eventually turned out for the better â at least if not for the better, it could have been a damn sight worse. Of course, during the years some of the boys suffered more than I did and sorry to say a great many paid dearly, but as I said, myself â I always came out lucky.
Well, as I said, my Army life commenced at Chilwell Ordnance Depot. We arrived there that afternoon, and were met at the small station by an NCO who took us down the road to the Depot. We had a good meal right away and a radio was playing dance music in the dining hall all the time. At the time I remember saying, âThis is all a blind, just wait until tomorrowâ, but no, it was like that all the time. We were all passed through the various departments, filling in forms, medical exams, etc., and then kitted out with battle-dress etc. Then we were shown to our beds, which were in a big converted store building â so there were about 300 beds in that one part alone, but the place was centrally heated with wash places down the centre so we werenât too badly off.
We wondered how long it was going to take us to get dressed in that strange thing they had given us, the battle-dress, for when we looked at it, it seemed to be a maze of buttons and Oh! Those big boots! But the NCOâs were helpful chaps or perhaps it was us that looked helpless. Anyway, the first morning they lined us up and had a look at us, gave us a hand here and there, taught us how to put on puttees, etc. and were really decent chaps.
Well, we gradually got settled down to our new life and began to look on new fellows coming in as ârookiesâ, after all, we could now fall-in, and turn left and right all together, providing we all called out the time â One! Two! Three!
The first two or three weeks we had many laughs, many of the boys could not be completely dressed owing to awkward sizes, and so in the squad was somebody in civvy pants and Army tunic and next to him someone would have civvy jacket and Army pants. Then, of course, there was the inevitable chap who was thick in the head â the one who couldnât march, couldnât halt when everyone else does, and then when we used to laugh weâd all get it in the neck from the Sergeant.
Then the next trouble was sore feet and blisters â those new boots and that square bashing played havoc with our soft feet, so that 85% of us were hobbling like old men after the first week. At night we were content to just take off those boots and lay on the bed and sing to the accompaniment of a piano-accordion that someone had. The tunes that will always be associated with the boys of the Army training in 1940 â âRoll out the barrelâ, âThe Quarter-masters storeâ, âIâve got sixpenceâ, âThe Siegfried Lineâ and many others.
Well, after 3 weeks we were supposed to be smart on the square, know the ins and outs of a Lee-Enfield rifle, and also know something about a Lewis machine gun (which was obsolete). So then we were posted away to different places on trade courses.
2
MarchâMay 1940
Acton London
I, along with about 70 others, went to Acton, London for a 12 week Fitter/Mechanical Vehicle Course. When we arrived there we were taken to a requisitioned church hall, which was our billet. Well, that wasnât so good. The place was like a dungeon, with a small washhouse for about 100 of us, but discipline was easy.
In the morning we made our way round to the workshop, where we had a roll call, and then breakfast, and then the classes began. We had civilian instructors and we had 10-14 days at each subject â engines, gearboxes, ignition etc., and as I was at my trade I rather enjoyed it. Also, after a week, I changed my billet to a big school, which was much more comfortable, and had good roommates.
By that time I had a service uniform and we spent good nights around Shepherdâs Bush and Hammersmith. Most weekends we would get a pass to go into London and we often had a day in there. Of course, in those days the bombing had not started, but also there were not the canteens and service clubs that were to come years later. So it was not so enjoyable then, but round by the billets there were fish & chip shops and the usual âSmokey Joesâ eating place that seems to be in every town, so we didnât do too badly.
Towards the end of our course we had new Sergeant-Majors posted there and so discipline was tightened up a great deal, and then the fighting had started in France, so that things were changing all round.
During this time we had no equipment etc., only our change of clothes, and that civvy gas mask in the civvy container â we looked a queer crowd. Then rumours started about leave â on and off, on and off, â the Army was always full of rumours in those days. Well, in the end we did get leave and also our postings to units, and workshops, etc.
That morning I caught the tram along with my mates, down to the station and we were all looking at our individual orders, where we had to report to â I was to report to the 7th Battalion Kings Own Scottish Borderers1. Well, as I said to my mate, âIâm due for a shaking up now, going to an infantry mobâ, but as I was to find out, it was going to be a lot easier than I expected.
3
25th May 1940
Byfleet Surrey
While I was on leave I had notice to say the Battalion had moved to Byfleet, Surrey, and so had to report there. When I arrived at the station there was not a soul in sight, so I just started walking down the road towards the village. Well, that walk eventually lasted about 2 miles and me with a heavy kitbag too!
Then I had to cross two fields to where my Company, HQ Coy, were billeted in a requisitioned country mansion. I there met my two mates who had arrived before me, two more RAOC fitters, and we shared a small room with our three blankets on the floor for beds. There was no such thing as a dining hall, meals were dished out in the field into our mess tins, rain or fine, and we cleaned them the best we could with grass.
Our job was to maintain and repair the Battalionâs transport â the same job that I was to have all through the war. The transport in those days was a few 15 cwt. trucks, a few motorcycles, 1 Bren carrier and a few civvy trucks â a motley collection if every there was, but we got them going, as inexperienced as I was in those days.
From that first day there I began to hear the bagpipes, morning, noon and night, but they were new to me then, so I didnât mind the terrible noises that came out of them!
It was very quiet out there at nights, only a small village down the road, a big change from Acton where we were out every night and having to run back to billet to get in before lights out. I ran down those streets so often at Acton, I knew just what speed I could safely turn the corner without sliding on the back of my neck.
But the weather was good those few days at Byfleet, and we were free-lance, no one bothered us and we had no duties to do, so we had good days driving around the country lanes, testing trucks and rather enjoying life.
While we were there, trains were passing through from the Channel ports bringing back men from Dunkirk â we looked at them but it didnât seem to stir us much. We didnât even realise the meaning of those trains, nor did we realise what those men had come through. To us, like the civilians at that time, the war seemed a long way off and we always had that feeling that somebody else would do the fighting and finish it. To us, life just went on from day to day, we never thought of demob. Sometimes we would wonder how long it would last, somebody would say 2 or 3 years and we would laugh at him and say, âWhat â 3 years in this Army!â Little did we know or even bother about in those days â we were only young, most of us 20 years old, just boys, but we were to come back men. Some were only boys when they went out there, but after a few days they were boys no more, they were men â men before their time, aged by hard experience and many seeing death on the battlefields. But such was our life to be, it had to come in our time, so there was nothing we could do about it â we made the best of it.
Well, after a week at Byfleet we were told we were to move, and moving in those days was some game, for we werenât trained in convoys, had insufficient maps, and very few knew where we were going. We just werenât trained as we were to know training in a few years time.
We eventually got moving along the road though, and our first stop was to be Tilbury Dock, where we were to use the ferry to cross over to Essex. When we arrived there about 5 trucks were missing, lost on the road, so we had a wait there for a few hours until they caught us up.
4
June 1940
Coggeshall Witham
We managed to form up on the other side and off again, making for a little place called Coggeshall. All the time we were passing the womenfolk, they would throw us kisses and blessings, thinking we were from Dunkirk. They had a right to, when they saw the conglomeration of junk we were riding along the road.
We reached our village and were split up into threes and fours and billeted in a civvy house. The lady was very good to us and we had a room to ourselves with beds and sheets etc. â it was a good billet. Our transport was all in a field on the outskirts. At that time we had no spares, no MT Stores, in fact, still not organised at all.
We only stayed there three days and then moved on again to a place about 12-15 miles away, Witham, a small market town. Our billets there were in a big hall. We had three blankets on the floor as usual and were pretty crowded. We there mixed in with the rest of the MT boys for the first time. Most of them were Scottish, from Dumfries district, and at first they seemed pretty rough, but as we got to know them we settled down with them better.
The first night we were there the air-raid siren sounded. We were a bit excited at first, but just laid where we were and nothing happened. I got to know two or three boys from Newcastle district there â Tom Pearson, Tom Bell and a few others, and of course my other two mates Jim Fuller and Ken Smith were with me.
Well, we no sooner got to know our way around there when we were told we were to move again. In the meantime a small Italian lad was sent away from us, which made us think something was happening in Italy. That month Italy entered the war with Germany.
5
JuneâAugust 1940
Abberton Essex
After a few days there we again moved to a place near the Thames Estuary, Mersey. The Rifle Companies of the Battalion took up positions near the beach, while the transport and us were about 2 miles back on the main Colchester Road at Abberton crossroads. The transport was again in a field and we were billeted in an old church. We were crowded and washing was done in a bucket of cold water outside the door.
We still could only do minor repairs as we had no stores â I did not even have rifle or equipment up to then. The Rifle Companies were far from fully equipped â they only had rifles and a few Bren machine guns, certainly not enough to face an invasion which was then imminent. But Hitler missed his chance, he did not try to land. It was strange because even in those days we never thought of being defeated. At the back of our minds we always seemed to have that confidence that he would never come and we would win.
We now looked forward to two or three more years to do before the war would finish and when someone would mention 1944 or 1945 in the papers we would still laugh and make fun of it, not thinking it possible.
There was a little pub where we were and most nights we would congregate in there and have a good singsong. Just after reaching Abberton we were made up to strength by 400 boys from the Yorkshire & Lancashire Regiment, and a big majority were Londoners. Amongst them was Tiny Birch, a six-footer who was good with a ukulele he had with him, and he was the life of the party. We made good pals there â Danny, Fred Barrel, Fred Yoe and others and Breckenridge who was broad Scottish and used to go up and down the scale when he talked. Then there was the showman Hughie Leak, he could beat anybody on the dartboard â he was killed in Libya the following year.
Colchester was about 5 miles down the road and so that was our usual place of entertainment at the weekend and sometimes through the week. We were not allowed so far away without a pass but we started taking a chance and dodging off and I continued taking chances from then on in my Army life. In those days the restrictions were not on transport as they were later and we would spend many an afternoon riding round the lanes on motorcycles in our shirtsleeves and no one to bother us.
Bombers then started coming over at night and most nights we wou...