Diary of a Red Devil

By Glider to Arnhem with the 7th King's Own Scottish Borderers

Albert Blockwell, Maggie Clifton

• Editorial: Helion & Company
• Año: 2008
• ISBN:
  9781908916068
• Categoría: Histoire
• Categoría: Seconde Guerre mondiale

Many books have been written about the Second World War and the majority of them either concentrate on a particular battle, campaign or unit. Individual accounts are certainly in a minority and those from the lower ranks even more scarcer. Helion and Co Ltd are therefore pleased to announce the publication of Diary of A Red Devil. It relates the war time experiences of a young man, Albert Blockwell from the northeast of England, who in February 1940 was called up for service with the Army. Initially conscripted into the Royal Army Ordnance Corps and trained as a vehicle mechanic, he was then posted in March 1940 to a prewar Territorial unit - The 7th Kings Own Scottish Borderers, then a home defense unit based near London. His diary is a most interesting account of a young vehicle mechanic who also had to learn to be a infantry soldier. Albert remained with this unit for all his wartime service, later going to the Shetland Islands when the 7th KOSB were part of OSDEF (Orkney and Shetlands Defence Force). Then in late 1943 much to their surprise the unit was posted to Lincolnshire to become the third infantry unit in the 1st Airlanding Brigade then in the process of returning from Italy with the rest of the 1st Airborne Division. Swapping their glengarries for red berets Albert and his comrades had to adapt to their new way of getting to war by glider. The diary continues with a down to earth account of the highs and lows of the next few months. Then in September 1944 Albert flew to Holland on Operation Market-Garden and his account (written in PoW camp) describes the savage nine days fighting at Arnhem from the slit trench level. Taken prisoner on the last day his account then describes the spartan life in PoW camp without pulling any punches. Sadly Albert died in 2001 but his diary survived and his daughter Maggie Clifton together with help from two published 'Arnhem' authors have edited a unique account of the fighting at Arnhem from the front-line soldier's perspective. Key sales points: Unique personal account of the formation of Britain's airborne forces and their epic actions during Operation Market Garden, The diary is supplemented by extensive annotations from acknowledged Arnhem expert Niall Cherry providing additional information relating to the units and individuals mentioned in Albert's diary, Features a large number of rare photographs and documents.

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 can’t say I was sorry to go, for like most lads in those days I looked upon the Army and soldiers etc. as an adventure – just an experience. Of course, we didn’t 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 – 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 didn’t – what would have been our feelings if we had known we were to do 6 or more years in the Army – 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 – but those are all ‘ifs’.

Not that I, myself, had a very tough time – 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 – 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 – 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, ‘This is all a blind, just wait until tomorrow’, 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 – 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 weren’t 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 NCO’s 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 ‘rookies’, after all, we could now fall-in, and turn left and right all together, providing we all called out the time – 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 – the one who couldn’t march, couldn’t halt when everyone else does, and then when we used to laugh we’d all get it in the neck from the Sergeant.

Then the next trouble was sore feet and blisters – 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 – ‘Roll out the barrel’, ‘The Quarter-masters store’, ‘I’ve got sixpence’, ‘The Siegfried Line’ 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

March–May 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 wasn’t 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 – 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 Shepherd’s 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 ‘Smokey Joes’ eating place that seems to be in every town, so we didn’t do too badly.

Lieutenant-Colonel L.F. Machin commanded the Battalion from 28 March 1940 until 17 July 1942 (Courtesy Robert Sigmond)

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 – we looked a queer crowd. Then rumours started about leave – on and off, on and off, – 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 – I was to report to the 7th Battalion Kings Own Scottish Borderers¹. Well, as I said to my mate, ‘I’m due for a shaking up now, going to an infantry mob’, but as I was to find out, it was going to be a lot easier than I expected.

1 The 7th (Galloway) Battalion The King’s Own Scottish Borderers was a pre-war Territorial Army unit formed from elements of the 5th (Dumfries and Galloway) Battalion The King’s Own Scottish Borderers in early 1939 when the TA was expanded. The first CO of the unit was Lieutenant Colonel The Earl of Galloway who was appointed on 17th June 1939. Mobilised on Sunday 27th August 1939 they were designated a ‘home defence unit’ and therefore did not go to France with the British Expeditionary Force after war had been declared. The unit remained in Scotland until early May 1940 when it moved to Marlborough in Wiltshire, where it only remained a few days before moving to Byfleet in Surrey. The 7th Battalion was part of the 44th Brigade 15th Division and it’s CO since March 1940 had been Lieutenant Colonel L Machin.

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 Battalion’s transport – 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 – 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 didn’t 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 – we looked at them but it didn’t seem to stir us much. We didn’t 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, “What – 3 years in this Army!” Little did we know or even bother about in those days – 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 – 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 – 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 weren’t trained in convoys, had insufficient maps, and very few knew where we were going. We just weren’t 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. – 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 – 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

June–August 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 – I did not even have rifle or equipment up to then. The Rifle Companies were far from fully equipped – 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 – 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 – 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...

Índice

• Cover
• Titlepage
• Copyright
• Contents
• Publisher’s Note
• Preface
• 1 February 1940, Chilwell, Notts
• 2 March–May 1940, Acton, London
• 3 25th May 1940, Byfleet, Surrey
• 4 June 1940, Coggeshall & Witham
• 5 June–August 1940, Abberton, Essex
• 6 August–October 1940, Colchester, Essex
• 7 October–November 1940, Clacton-on-Sea, Essex
• 8 November–February 1941, Haverhill, West Suffolk
• 9 Christmas 1940
• 10 New Year 1941
• 11 March–November 1941, Lowestoft, Suffolk
• 12 Day & Night Air-Raids
• 13 June–August 1941
• 14 October–November 1941
• 15 November 1941–July 1942, Wooler, Northumberland
• 16 Christmas 1941
• 17 February 1942, Derby
• 18 August–September 1942, Alnwick, Northumberland
• 19 October 1942–June 1943, Sumburgh, Shetland Isles
• 20 July–October 1943, Kirkwall, Orkney Isles
• 21 August–September 1943
• 22 November 1943–August 1944, Woodhall Spa, Lincolnshire 1st Air Landing Brigade (1st Airborne Division).
• 23 March 1944
• 24 April 1944
• 25 May 1944
• 26 July 1944
• 27 July–August 1944, Keevil
• 28 August 1944, Woodhall
• 29 September 1944, Keevil
• 30 16th–17th September 1944, Arnhem, Holland The 1st British Airborne Division
• 31 Monday, 18th September 1944
• 32 Tuesday, 19th September 1944
• 33 Wednesday, 20th September 1944
• 34 Thursday, 21st September 1944
• 35 Friday, 22nd September 1944
• 36 Saturday, 23rd September 1944
• 37 Sunday, 24th September 1944
• 38 Monday, 25th September 1944
• 39 Monday Night, 25th September 1944–Withdrawal
• 40 Tuesday Morning, 26th September 1944–Surrender
• 41 Wednesday, 27th September 1944
• 42 Thursday, 28th September 1944
• 43 Box-cars
• 44 The Camp
• 45 Box-cars again!
• 46 Stalag IVB Muhlberg
• 47 ‘Kommando’
• 48 The Exodus
• 49 The Escape
• 50 Back to Blighty
• 51 Duty Calls
• 52 Counting my Blessings
• Appendix I Tributes
• Appendix II Operational Orders for Market-Garden
• Further Reading
• The Airborne Museum ‘Hartenstein’ at Oosterbeek
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