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Sgt. Arthur Francis Freer 7945175
3rd Carabiniers (Prince of Wales's Dragoon Guards)
And
Author Of The Book - Nunshigum On the Road to Mandalay
    
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      don’t remember which Gurkha battalion it was or which regiment, but
      the Gurkhas did some training with us. The theory was that our tanks, the ‘General
      Lee’s’, which had a 75mm gun on the side. That we could be
      firing the 75, as the rounds would be leaving the tank at about four feet
      above the ground, which meant that below four foot it was safe. The Gurkha
      officers wanted the Gurkhas to do it, so the Gurkha officers suggested
      that we might show them exactly what we wanted them to do. So our officers
      said that they wanted volunteers for this exercise to crawl away from the
      front of the tank as the gun was firing over their heads. What I didn’t
      think of at the time was the tremendous explosion, could and was damaging
      to the ears, and of course I volunteered. I always said, never volunteer
      and I still believe in that, but I still do. I crawled forward, and went
      through the stage of being deafened by the 75mm gun and my ears were ringing.
      The squadron leader said to me afterwards, ‘Are you alright corporal?’ I
      said, ‘Yes, except my ears are whistling.’ He said, ‘Oh,
      that will soon go, that’ll be gone tomorrow.’ Well I can tell
      you, I’ve still got it, 70 years later. The thing was that doctor
      said to me, ‘Oh you’ll soon get used to it, and it will not
      be any trouble.’ Well twenty years after that, I did stop noticing
      it. But I had twenty years of this awful penetrating whistle. I can still
      hear the whistling if I listen to it, but I got used to it. The Gurkha
      officer said, yes they’d do that, and they volunteered and did their
      part of the exercise.
      
      .....Later I was talking to the Gurkha officer who only had one arm, from the
      elbow down; he’d lost it a couple of years earlier and had fitted
      to his this arm instead of a false hand, a miniature Kukri, strapped to
      his elbow. I said to him, ‘I’ve the greatest admiration for
      your chaps, I’ve been in action with them many times and I’d
      much prefer to be in action with them than with any other troops.’,
      although the Indians and British troops were good, and we were successful
      working with them and fighting alongside them, I preferred the Gurkhas.
      They didn’t give a damn, they went straight in.’ And he said, ‘Oh
      yes, there’s an occasion we had a doubt about their eagerness to
      volunteer. It was about two years ago, in the retreat from Burma, I personally
      asked my men if they would jump out at two thousand feet, and drop behind
      advancing Japanese lines in order to attack their L.O.C.’, line of
      communication. Only half of them volunteered. I was a bit puzzled. But
      when I said they’d have parachutes, everyone volunteered.’
      
      .....I did mention there was some query about a commanding officer of one of
      the battalions in that division. It was one of the nine battalions in 2
      Div, the lieutenant colonel wander off into the wilderness and I don’t
      know which one it was. It was a fact that one of the commanding officer
      who made a mess of things and I assume he killed himself, or wondered off
      until somebody shot him. That was a very strong story. Geographically it
      was in the area of what they call the ‘Sittang Bend’, the opposite
      side of the river to Mandalay, and we were playing around there, attacking
      different Japanese positions, to give the impression that we were going
      to cross the river near Mandalay, at the bridge at the Sittang Bend. I
      think the bridge was also called Sittang?
      
      .....Well we had 4 Corp or 33 Corp, could have been 33 Corp, milling around
      in that area, attacking Japanese positions, to give the impression that
      they were going to cross the river near there. 33 tons of tank crossed
      the river on rafts, and I can tell you we were told to stay in the tank
      when we went onto the raft. I wasn’t at all happy; we couldn’t
      get out in time if it went down.
      
      .....It was during the Stainless Steel Show that was before the fighting really
      started, we were at milestone 108, from Dimapur to Imphal, it’s quite
      near Imphal, in fact until the Japanese took it over as one of their main
      headquarters later. We were on this hillside; there were a lot of Baboons
      around on the hill and they used to come down and bark at us. At one time
      I thought the Japs themselves were invading us from above, and it was Baboons,
      pretty vicious things, I never got near them if I could avoid it. And it
      was during the Stainless Steel Sown, and the entertainer was coming for
      two nights, he was going to put the show on twice; two late afternoons,
      and he only did the first one because in the middle of it some tracer bullets
      flew over the stage, they didn’t hit him, they were nowhere near
      him really but he didn’t like it, he said, ‘What was that?’ and
      we said, ‘Oh its only Japanese tracer, their about two miles away
      and their firing in this direction.’, so he packed up and scarpered.
      
      .....I was with a Major Huntley-Wright (Major James Huntley-Wright), when he
      was killed and his sister, Betty Huntley-Wright was a well known actress
      on the stage in London, occasionally on the radio. Betty Huntley-Wright
      was very well known; in fact I saw her name on a poster. I was in the same
      tank with him, squadron leaders operator. I once asked for promotion to
      tank commander in one of the other troops. I was held back in my rank as
      corporal and kept there for over twelve months in action; fortunately it
      was refused because a week later that tank was blown to pieces by a Japanese
      Ariel bomb under a bridge that was used as a mine.
      
      .....The battle of Sangshak, which I have a record of, written by a pro-Japanese
      local; he was very pro Japanese, a young Marsho Sishak, this Sangshak,
      well I haven’t finished reading it yet, ‘Second world war in
      Manipur’, and as I said his pro-Japanese but it’s an account.
      At the time we were very anti-Japanese. I’ve felt twinges of sympathy
      with them, with some of the reports they put in. I once listened to a report
      by Japanese soldiers, in English, of their experiences at, Kohima, the
      British and Japanese forces were either side of the tennis court, and one
      of them was saying that the British planes used to fly over and most times
      they’d drop the food supplies to the British and Indian troops, and
      occasionally they’d miss the drop zone and it ended up on the Japanese
      side which was of great benefit to them, as they’d last a bit longer.
      He was saying, most of the time he was sat in his trench at the tennis
      court which was ‘no man’s land’, and he could hear the
      planes flying over, food landing, and then he could hear knives and forks
      cluttering on the mess tins as the British were eating and he had to carry
      on eating grass, and that got to me, I could feel that. And it’s
      one of the few times I’ve felt sympathy with them. They were very
      efficient and yet I’ve seen their N.C.O. or warrant officer with
      his sword out prodding them in the back to make them advance.
      
      .....Shwebo Christmas day, most of the Japs had disappeared when we got there.
      The Japs had set traps, Aerial bombs connected with detonators at all the
      entrances to the town; they mostly went over a moat. We had a Sapper Officer
      with us, who spent his time walking in front of the tanks looking for booby
      traps and dismantling them and he walked with us into Burma, he walked
      up Nungshigum, he was an amazing man. I found out later, after he’d
      been in about five actions with us, walking in front of the tanks and doing
      that job, that nobody had recommended him for any award, and I said to
      my squadron leader, ‘That officer has earned an M.C., five times
      to my knowledge, when I’ve seen him in action.’, because I
      used to vet the reports requesting awards of gallantry, M.C.’s and
      M.M.’s, with the squadron leader, and he said, ‘Your right.
      It’s up to his commanding officer.’ I said, ‘Well his
      commanding officer is probably in Deli. He is the commanding officer, so
      nobody’s recommending him.’ Oh he said well have to find a
      way around that, and he put him in for two M.C.’s, which he was awarded
      later, for further acts of gallantry. I met his son after the war, his
      in Edinburgh and I’ve spoken to him a few times and also mentioned
      it in my book as well. He was delighted; his father had never mentioned
      anything about the war at all. He was a Lancastrian but he was living in
      Edinburgh and running a business, buying and selling property.
      
      .....Christmas day Shwebo, when we went into action with the Berkshires. I was
      with a different battalion each day. Their leading company was changed
      each day, so we were only leading 2 Div along that road into Burma. They
      were leading it, every ninth day we were in our tank, and we were leading
      the company who were the farthest forward. The squadron leader believed
      he should be leading, and he did every day for weeks, until he was killed,
      they got him. We lost two tank commanders that way.

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