1941, Thursday 02 October;
Lt Col Jim Gavin stood in front of them, 27 men from Hong Kong, who had only been allowed to leave the ship in Singapore, after dark, to be escorted down the gangplank carrying their rucksacks, straight into four waiting light trucks. A nearly two-hour drive followed, a crawl at some times, down roads that became increasingly narrower and quieter, until a remote estate beside the Jurong River. On entering a small square, they had been helped out of the trucks and led into a large house, where Gavin was waiting in the lounge.
“Ah gentlemen, in a little while we will serve dinner, and then we’ll show you to your rooms, but before that I’d just like to say, welcome to our little home, Training School 101, we are kind of cramped in here, but I hope you find your stay rewarding”. Gavin looked around the room and saw four Europeans, seven Eurasians and sixteen Chinese. “I just like to introduce you to your Chief Instructor, Captain Chapman”
“Thank you, Jim, now gentlemen, your reports state you are all healthy, and have a good level of fitness, which is just as well, because the next twenty-one days are going to be very intense. You will all undergo a seven-day basic training course, before we split you up into your specialist roles. Some of you will become expert saboteurs, others observers and intelligence gatherers, spy’s and assassins, working alone, or in left behind parties, and all of you, experts in field craft.
Gavin looked on, only partly listening, while his mind thought on. They had opened in July, and were deemed an immediate success, but the camp facilities were too limited, and the number they could train were pitiful. Col Warren had come to see them in late August, and had asked what was needed to give a fivefold increase in trained operatives, and Gavin, along with Spenser had said what they thought. Surprisingly, two days later Warren was back, saying everything was agreed, even the construction of a short rail line, something Spenser had asked for, never thinking they’d get it. And as soon as the current course was complete, about a week later, the camp was closed.
They had been shut for nearly four weeks, while a couple of platoons of Australian sappers had been sent in to construct classrooms, quarters, and associated buildings for a staff of twenty, plus up to forty students. But what was most interesting was they also had constructed some pill boxes, two bridges over the same stream, about 100 yards apart, one, part of the small stretch of railway line, and a collection of huts, resembling a small village. Sworn to secrecy the Australians had done a fine job, even suggesting a few extra refinements, which had been accepted.
With it all completed, they had reopened, with these cadets straight from Hong Kong, the first to attend, along with the six Free French, two of them women, and four Sarawak Rangers, who had arrived earlier in the day. Although Gavin was pleased that their work was being prioritised, nevertheless he worried that his training would be good enough, because he was of no doubt now that for a lot of these people, whether they lived or died, would be in no small part, down to the quality of training he gave.