Part 14.2
A Song at the Sacrifice, ch.19, by Theo Barker
Wingate set out his views to me and several others one day in late July, or it might have been early August. I have lost the diary I kept at the time, but I do remember that it was a remarkable day of classic ‘Sumatra squalls’. We took shelter in the bar at Raffles and chewed things over.
The higher-ups had fixated on getting 10th Indian into the fight on Borneo, believing that would solve the problem, he said. In his opinion, Monty in particular had no thought for anything but getting more men and more guns and throwing them against the Japs in their mountains. I felt he spoke a trifle unfairly, but let it pass since I knew that they did not really get on. Of course we now know that Monty was moving heaven and earth to get Wingate out of ‘his’ theatre, but in the end it was Wavell’s theatre, at least for a little while, and keeping Wingate around had become something of a test of who was really in charge.
Anyway, we had taken Pontianak and Singkawang, and now 10th Indian had landed and given a ‘colossal crack’ at the Japs in the hills, but had not gotten far. ‘The Japs can hold us off until the wet season,’ concluded Wingate. ‘We are still six hundred miles from the oil wells.’ The airmen, he said, claimed they could knock out the oil targets themselves, once they were close enough.
‘But we aren’t close enough yet, though,’ I commented. ‘Six hundred miles, give or take - the same as Attica to Ploesti. Wellingtons won’t do it, and we don’t have any heavies.’
Wingate nodded. ‘We need to get closer, and we won’t do it butting heads at Mount Rumput.’ He had evolved a plan…
Among the higher-ups in London and Algiers, paratroop ops had fallen out of fashion, but gliders had recently become flavour of the month. They had wanted to make glider assaults in the Med, but had not found a good opportunity. Now it looked like there was a good chance in our theatre. Air recon said that the Japs had recently cleared a huge area of ground near Kuching, possibly to make a new airfield, possibly for some other purpose - it wasn’t altogether clear, we had agents in Kuching who fed us various stories, some of them highly implausible. But in any case, it looked like a suitable spot for a glider landing, and the Staff had told him we had enough air assets to make it possible. ‘We can fly in an entire brigade,’ said Wingate, his eyes lighting up. ‘We can sustain it by air.’
‘One brigade won’t achieve much by itself,’ I said.
‘It won’t be. We’ve got other schemes too.’ He quickly ran through the various ideas, and explained that the Government very much wanted to get a morale-boosting victory soon, in case Rome did not fall this year. ‘The PM is behind us,’ he said. ‘This is right up his street.’ Wingate had apparently met the PM at the Martinique Conference and impressed him, so that he had a direct line to No.10. With this as support, and with almost his last act as C-in-C of FABDA, Wavell approved Wingate’s plan, got the Americans and French invested in it, and so Monty was stuck with it…
Some of us were sceptical at the complexity of the operation. Vincent had been grappling with supply problems in the East for over a year, and had become a bit obsessive about always having a margin to spare - probably rightly. ‘It’s a lot of Dakotas, and these new LVTs too. They’re fantastic, but we’ll need the Yanks too, if we want to put it all together,’ said Vincent.
‘Are they in, 100%?’
Wingate nodded. ‘General Macarthur gets behind anything that brings him closer to Manila. We’ll have the landing craft and aircraft. Theo, I want you to visit 6th Division and sound them out.’
Once 10th Indian landed, we had pulled the 6th off the line, they had had a fairly horrid time of it. They had taken part in the advances that won us Pontianak and Singkawang, and in so doing had come across the beaches where the Black Watch and Essex had suffered their Calvary. There they found evidence of what the Japanese did to prisoners, and they wanted their own back. I explained to them what we wanted, and they showed willing, provided they had time to train. I said they had a month or so…
I reckoned we had a good chance, provided all the different parts of the plan went off together. The Australians kicked things off with another attack near Rumput on September 20th. They’d got a whole tank brigade with them, though in that terrain they could only use a few at a time, and progress was slow. 10th Indian joined in to keep up the pressure on the 25th. Then it was our turn.
Wingate insisted on accompanying the glider borne brigade, but I’m ashamed to say the idea of gliders gave me the willies. The French had three old destroyers that they didn’t mind risking; they had worked hard to make them resemble Japanese ships. So I went with the Yorks and Lancs instead. My old chum Arthur (he of blancmange fame) was CO, and he invited me to join him. The destroyer I was on was the Lynx, along with HQ company and a rifle company. Our spies in Kuching - mostly very brave local Chinese - had obtained the local Japanese signals. The hope was that we could sow confusion in the enemy’s rear, then link up with Wingate and his boys...
Wingate set out his views to me and several others one day in late July, or it might have been early August. I have lost the diary I kept at the time, but I do remember that it was a remarkable day of classic ‘Sumatra squalls’. We took shelter in the bar at Raffles and chewed things over.
The higher-ups had fixated on getting 10th Indian into the fight on Borneo, believing that would solve the problem, he said. In his opinion, Monty in particular had no thought for anything but getting more men and more guns and throwing them against the Japs in their mountains. I felt he spoke a trifle unfairly, but let it pass since I knew that they did not really get on. Of course we now know that Monty was moving heaven and earth to get Wingate out of ‘his’ theatre, but in the end it was Wavell’s theatre, at least for a little while, and keeping Wingate around had become something of a test of who was really in charge.
Anyway, we had taken Pontianak and Singkawang, and now 10th Indian had landed and given a ‘colossal crack’ at the Japs in the hills, but had not gotten far. ‘The Japs can hold us off until the wet season,’ concluded Wingate. ‘We are still six hundred miles from the oil wells.’ The airmen, he said, claimed they could knock out the oil targets themselves, once they were close enough.
‘But we aren’t close enough yet, though,’ I commented. ‘Six hundred miles, give or take - the same as Attica to Ploesti. Wellingtons won’t do it, and we don’t have any heavies.’
Wingate nodded. ‘We need to get closer, and we won’t do it butting heads at Mount Rumput.’ He had evolved a plan…
Among the higher-ups in London and Algiers, paratroop ops had fallen out of fashion, but gliders had recently become flavour of the month. They had wanted to make glider assaults in the Med, but had not found a good opportunity. Now it looked like there was a good chance in our theatre. Air recon said that the Japs had recently cleared a huge area of ground near Kuching, possibly to make a new airfield, possibly for some other purpose - it wasn’t altogether clear, we had agents in Kuching who fed us various stories, some of them highly implausible. But in any case, it looked like a suitable spot for a glider landing, and the Staff had told him we had enough air assets to make it possible. ‘We can fly in an entire brigade,’ said Wingate, his eyes lighting up. ‘We can sustain it by air.’
‘One brigade won’t achieve much by itself,’ I said.
‘It won’t be. We’ve got other schemes too.’ He quickly ran through the various ideas, and explained that the Government very much wanted to get a morale-boosting victory soon, in case Rome did not fall this year. ‘The PM is behind us,’ he said. ‘This is right up his street.’ Wingate had apparently met the PM at the Martinique Conference and impressed him, so that he had a direct line to No.10. With this as support, and with almost his last act as C-in-C of FABDA, Wavell approved Wingate’s plan, got the Americans and French invested in it, and so Monty was stuck with it…
Some of us were sceptical at the complexity of the operation. Vincent had been grappling with supply problems in the East for over a year, and had become a bit obsessive about always having a margin to spare - probably rightly. ‘It’s a lot of Dakotas, and these new LVTs too. They’re fantastic, but we’ll need the Yanks too, if we want to put it all together,’ said Vincent.
‘Are they in, 100%?’
Wingate nodded. ‘General Macarthur gets behind anything that brings him closer to Manila. We’ll have the landing craft and aircraft. Theo, I want you to visit 6th Division and sound them out.’
Once 10th Indian landed, we had pulled the 6th off the line, they had had a fairly horrid time of it. They had taken part in the advances that won us Pontianak and Singkawang, and in so doing had come across the beaches where the Black Watch and Essex had suffered their Calvary. There they found evidence of what the Japanese did to prisoners, and they wanted their own back. I explained to them what we wanted, and they showed willing, provided they had time to train. I said they had a month or so…
I reckoned we had a good chance, provided all the different parts of the plan went off together. The Australians kicked things off with another attack near Rumput on September 20th. They’d got a whole tank brigade with them, though in that terrain they could only use a few at a time, and progress was slow. 10th Indian joined in to keep up the pressure on the 25th. Then it was our turn.
Wingate insisted on accompanying the glider borne brigade, but I’m ashamed to say the idea of gliders gave me the willies. The French had three old destroyers that they didn’t mind risking; they had worked hard to make them resemble Japanese ships. So I went with the Yorks and Lancs instead. My old chum Arthur (he of blancmange fame) was CO, and he invited me to join him. The destroyer I was on was the Lynx, along with HQ company and a rifle company. Our spies in Kuching - mostly very brave local Chinese - had obtained the local Japanese signals. The hope was that we could sow confusion in the enemy’s rear, then link up with Wingate and his boys...