19 February 1942. Ping River, Thailand.
Risaldar Prag Singh couldn’t believe his eyes. The Risalder was commanding a troop of three Vickers Mk VIB light tanks, in the 13th Duke of Connaught's Own Lancers. His troop were out on the left flank in support of B Company, 2nd Bn 7th Gurkha Rifles. 20th Indian Infantry Brigade (10th Indian Division) had been arriving at the river over the previous two days.
What confronted him was the sight of a Japanese officer running towards his tank with a sword in his hand, and what seemed like a regiment of screaming Japanese following him with fixed bayonets. For a moment Singh found himself trying to get over the dryness in his mouth to speak into the intercom. He didn’t really need to, his gunner didn’t wait for the order to open fire. He’d seen the same thing and his training just kicked in. The .303 bullets from the Vickers MG seemed to cut the Japanese officer in half. Singh had got over his surprise and had managed to order the driver to reverse. The other two light tanks moved in unison back along the path they had followed.
Singh had to look behind where the tank was heading to give the driver instructions. He could see one of the companies of the Gurkha rifles responding to the firing and the sudden arrival of the tanks. Singh ordered his troop to stop to support the Gurkhas. A young British officer jumped up onto the tank to ask what the problem was, but that brought him a clear view of a large body of Japanese troops charging.
He turned around and screamed an order, but before it was out of his mouth, a bullet silenced him. The Nepalese troops reacted swiftly to the threat, fast accurate musketry cut into the Japanese ranks, with Bren guns adding their weight of fire to the three tanks’ MGs. Over the time Singh and his men had been using the Mk VIB they had learned to rely much more on the .303 MG rather than the .50 MG, which always seemed prone to jamming. Now both were needed and Singh took over the .50, silently thanking God that the gun actually fired off a full belt of ammunition without a single hitch.
The Japanese troops, thinned out by the combined tank and infantry fire, broke like a wave onto the Gurkha Company, and the fight became a melee of hand to hand fighting. The .50 MG jammed just at the beginning of the second belt, and the gunner pushed Singh out of his way while he tried to free the jammed round and get it working again. Singh took over the .303 MG and tried to keep the turret moving from right to left and back to spray the next wave of Japanese troops. He was distracted by the screams of the driver, some Japanese were firing directly into the driver’s viewing sights, and attempting to force open his hatch and the engine hatch. This made Singh aware that there were other Japanese troops above him on the turret, probably trying to open the hatch to drop in grenades. Singh shouted the order for the driver advance, hopefully running over the Japanese at the front of the tank. As the tank lurched forward the sickening screams of someone being crushed under the left track pierced the noise of the battle all around. Leaving the gunner to fight the vehicle Singh used the radio to check the other two tanks in the troop. One failed to respond, and the other was right in the middle of the melee and beginning to receive the same attention.
Singh ordered that tank to advance towards him, and warned them that his gunner would use the MG on any Japanese on their tanks, asking them to do the same. They knew armour should be strong enough to withstand the .303 bullets, but being struck by a burst from a friendly machine gun was nerve wracking. Because the Japanese and Gurkhas were mixed in together it was too dangerous to open fire, in case they hit their own side. There didn’t seem to be a third wave of Japanese troops, so Singh had time to change the radio set to the Squadron net. Reporting the situation to Captain George Garlick, the Squadron OC, Singh was ordered to stay with the Gurkhas and support them as best he could.
The Risalder took the chance to open the top hatch, with his pistol drawn, to try to see clearly just what exactly was going on. The weight of numbers was favouring the Japanese, and although the Gurkhas were taking a heavy toll on their enemy, it was clear to Singh that at least some of the Japanese were disengaged and moving in the direction of the Gurkha Battalion HQ. Signalling the other tank, he gave orders that the two tanks were to advance to the Gurkha position. There was no signal worked out between the tanks and the infantry for what to do in this situation, so Singh hoped that the Gurkhas would understand what he was about to do.
Staying exposed in the turret he waved he pistol around his head in an attempt to signal ‘rally on me’. The gunners in both tanks were firing short bursts trying to be careful not to hit the Gurkhas. Jemadar Chatruman Limbu, the senior surviving Gurkha officer, saw what the tank commander was doing and got the remnant of his platoon to move fast towards the tanks, picking up other men and sections as they went. The tanks came to a halt for a moment or two and Singh motioned for Limbu and his men to climb aboard. Limbu shook his head, but ordered that the wounded should be placed on the tanks. Motioning the tank commander forward, Limbu and his survivors followed the tanks, still fighting, taking on any Japanese who tried to intervene.
As Singh moved forward his two tanks were able to engage the enemy who had broken through the Gurkha Company. The driver, still upset by his close call, had to be told again and again to keep his speed down, the wounded on the deck above the engine were clinging on as best they could, and the soldiers following were always in danger of being left behind if the tank went too quickly. The two tanks, with the survivors of the Company arrived at the Battalion HQ just after the final Japanese attack was repulsed. Because of the toll that B Company and Singh’s troop had taken, the Battalion HQ’s men had been able to fend the Japanese off.
Singh and Limbu found themselves in front of the Battalion CO being congratulated on their work. A strong Japanese force had crossed further up-river and made a flanking attack all along 20th Brigade’s side. While B Company had taken the worst of it, the rest of the Battalion had also been attacked. Lt Col Orgil wanted Singh, with Limbu, to support the Signals Platoon as they re-established communications with the other Companies. Limbu was now commanding B Company, whose losses were made up to some degree by volunteers from the Administration and Pioneer Platoons. While the men had a chance to replenish their ammunition, and get some water, Singh and Limbu, with the Lieutenant commanding the Signallers, worked out how they would go about following their orders and get the Battalion’s cohesion back together.