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Recorded Interview
      with
    Pte. Kenneth James Wells 14559924
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Off To War:
  .....We traveled up the Brahmaputra river, from Madras, Southern India, on
    giant paddle boat ‘B’ Company, them by rail, to a place called
    Dimapur, then on to Kohima, we were not involved in the famous battle, that
    was our 1st Battalion, we did at one point around there bump into our 1st
    Battalion, at Imphal we stayed for about a month or so, to get acclimatised
    to the jungle and terrain because up in the hill’s there was thick
    dense jungle, patrolling the area on many occasions.
    
    .....We now joined the 19th Indian (Dagger) Division, Mountbatton paid us a
  visited and we were beckoned, gather round me, and he said, do you want to
  know were your going? You’re going up into Burma, you’re going
  to join the 14th Army, you’re going into Northern Burma, you’re
  going across some of the roughest terrain there is, but you’re going
  to see places you’ve never seen before. I can tell you it’s a fantastic
  place Burma, you’re going to march most of the way, cross the Chindwin
  River then you’re going to split up into three groups each group going
  certain ways into Northern Burma to achieve certain objectives.
  
  .....Well we headed for a place called Pinlebu that’s where we first
  hit the Japs, the Gurkha's hit them first, but it was just a skirmish. The
  Gurkha's came back saying, they hit the Japs, there must have been about forty
  or fifty of them and they ran off, oh did we have a celebration of sorts with
  the Gurkha's and Sikhs. Gurkha's you know, make a lovely cup of tea, you’ve
  never tasted tea until you’ve had a cup of tea made by the Gurkha's it’s
  really beautiful.
  
  .....Early that morning the Gurkha's set off while
  it was still dark, they went down the track about five miles returning at first
  light reporting the track clear, nothing down the track for five miles. We
  were in the leading group, setting off, two Platoons we had a Jeep and two
  pack mules with us, approximately half a mile down that track the Japs were
  waiting for us, they hit us but we couldn’t see them, the first to get
  hit, was the Officer, Lieutenant XXXX, got shot right through the neck, this
  was my first experience of seeing someone killed, this was strange to see,
  a man who was talking to us just now, is now laying dead at the same instance
  a boobie trap went off overturning our jeep leaving one mule wounded which
  was shot to put it out of it’s misery and two soldiers laying by the
  side of the road with no marks on them to account for their deaths, they were
  killed by the shock blast, it had made a large crater in the track.
  
  .....Snipers were hitting us from all directions
  but from what points in the tree line we could not tell, XXXX had a bullet
  which ripped through his tunic, he screamed out, I’ve been hit, I’ve
  been hit, I reacted by ripping his shirt open to reveal a burn path where the
  bullet had gone through his shirt and had burnt a path across his chest but
  had not broke the skin, I said, your alright your going to be alright, he said,
  Christ I thought I’d been hit, the bullet had entered one side of his
  tunic and exited the other.
  
  .....They were snipping us pretty badly, Sergeant
  XXXX took control of the situation we were ordered to cross the track and
  start digging in, radioing back for Artillery support from our 25 pounders
  about couple of miles to our rear, reporting snipers in the trees adding were
  being heavily sniped and loosing men we could hear the shells passing overhead
  and they were spot on, this lasted for about half an hour absolutely flattening
  the area when the barrage lifted it was all quite, when it got dark the Japs
  were all around us. Then the jitter parties started, they sent up verey lights,
  were shouting out to us Johnny, Johnny, creeping around our positions, Sergeant
  XXXX went to each of us in turn saying, for Christ sake don’t open up
  on them, they want to get our positions, let them keep shouting, their soon
  get tired of it, if you get a target don’t fire, throw a grenade, it
  quitened down after what seemed a long time and when it got light they had
  gone. The only evidence that they were even in the area was this one dead Jap,
  they’d placed him against a tree. Mountbatton told us they were little
  tiny men, nothing to worry about, half of them can’t see they wear goggles,
  well I tell you no lie this bloody Jap was massive, must have been 6ft 3in,
  he was a giant of a man and I thought these are the people we’ve got
  to fight. So ended the myth of the little yellow men, even Churchill said they
  were blind.
  
  .....I remember this one occasion while we were on a patrol and it has stayed
  with me to this day. Up in the hills on another patrol we came to a glade where
  the sun was shining through, it was really uncanny, there were the remains
  of two Japanese soldiers propped up against a big tree lit by the suns rays,
  one an officer, who wore a leather case around his neck, nobody touched a thing
  because you never knew if it had been booby trapped, the other soldier was
  a private or his Batman, they were partly decomposed, partly skeleton and the
  first thing you noticed apart from their state was the smell what with the
  heat and humidity, we were suddenly startled by the sound of five or six Baboons
  crashing through the glade and there was this big giant Baboon, a dog Baboon
  leading the pack, they never took any notice of us, they knew we were there,
  they stopped right in front of these Japs looking at the bodies for about what
  seemed like five minutes, probably less, we were amazed I’ve never known
  anything like it, they weren’t frightened of us, the ones that were alive,
  they just looked at the two dead Japs and then left.
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      Pte. Kenneth James Wells
