The MALAYAN EMERGENCY & BORNEO CONFRONTATION
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“ The fight to found Malaysia ”
Have a number of photo's. Always wondered what became of Pete, had a Douglas Dragon Fly whilst at Bordon.
It was 1962 not 1961.
I was in 3 Coy. RASC in Ipoh, Perak Malaya 1955-57.Is there anyone still out there that served at the same time. I was in B Platoon
The attatched photos include Kajang Police Stn, which was also the Ops Centre for the Suffolks. The photo of the SEP (Surrendered Enemy Person) Tet Min, and the haul of food was taken by the John Bull journalist - Harry Hopkins - who was 'attached' to the Bn. for the purposes of articles on the Malayan Emergency. Egoistically I kept the magazines since I featured in just this first photo - bare buff - beside Sgt. Mike Walker, the 'I'Sgt. In the next photo the I.O. Capt. Ernie Morgan is arriving by jeep. As an aside, the battallion magazine 'Castle & Key' was produced by us in the Ops Room in our spare time. I still have the original John Bull magazines, but they have been photographed and are available to view at the Regimental Museum in Bury St. Eds. The originals are pretty tattered, being from 1951, and much travelled since then. But they provide another view on the situation in Malaya at that time. I enjoyed my time out in Malaya and the comradeship that existed within the regiment. But I was like a bear with a sore head after my return to the UK. due to my losing out on the experience of life in a complely foreign land. At a guess, being 87, I figure that there are not so many from that period of time still around, so there will doubtless not be anyone who even remembers me from that era.
My elder son was born in Changi hospital in 1956. He is now retired - how time flies! My wife taught herself to swim in the Malcolm Club pool. Some years ago working as a civvie in Brunei we stayed at Raffles (Singapore) for a couple of days. The Singapore Slings we ordered came in chilled cans - what a let-down! I understand that Raffles was to be modernised soon after our stay. I liked the atmosphere, my wife, no doubt remembering war-time tales, found it chilling. Changi village was no longer a collection of attap huts, but the old police station was still there.
Kind regards, Pat
I wonder if you remember this. Early one Sunday morning we thought a war had broken out - we awoke to deafening rifle shots. I got out of bed, and with care went out on the balcony. Opposite on 'your' block, a nightie-clad lady rushed out on her balcony and gave the noise-makers a real earful. I/C the noise-makers was God himself - the SWO (possibly Johnny Clapp) and he was overseeing a small party of local erks (not Brits) involved in a stray dog cull - using .303 rifles. Non-plussed, the SWO, ramrod straight, chest out hollered back "Get back indoors madam or you'll get your bl...dy head shot off!" The lady couldn't possibly have been your Mum ... or could it!
My dear wife was shopping in Changi village with Rita Rockall (a signallers wife) and as usual the pair got railroaded into a shop, were seated and cold cokes thrust at them. The sales chat started; the turbanned Indian in the hope of embarrassing the ladies waving frilly knickers at them. "To you, missie, very cheap.." - the usual bull. Rita, non-plussed, shot back with, "Can't afford them, got thirteen kids to feed!" The response - "Madam, you haven't time to wear them!"
Your dad's name sounds familiar, but I cannot recall a face. I was on 48 Squadron; do you know his?
Janice, I'm enjoying writing of old times, but such chat must be boring to others on the forum. If you want to chat at length, would you like to contact me directly? You'll find me at dunbar(at)one-name.org. If that address gets stripped out by the forum software you can find my address at Dunbar Family Worldwide. It should pop up if you google it.
I trust you and the family are coping under the present situation. I'm in wild and woolly west Wales - wet as well, but not just at the moment! We feel quite safe - I just hope we are! My younger son, daughter-in-law and grandson live with me. My elder son and his wife live near Aberdeen -he was born in Changi hospital, and is now retired. Where did the time go? Best wishes, Pat.
P.S. As I guessed, I have been told that email addresses aren't allowed - so have I fooled it
My platoon seemed to be on constant patrol , with some good results.
I returned in 1954 to 1956 with the Royal Hampshire Regiment.This tour included 'para training on Singapore and my 'stick' included three ex members of the German army !
A good time was had by all.
If any out there is old enough to have been there at the same time it would be good to hear from them.
Brian Street (aka 'Nioka ,king of the jungle)
My name is Stuart Davidson. My Father was John Davidson possibly known as Jock. My late father served in the SAS in Malaya between 1951 and 1952 and told me stories of the brave trackers who were with him, the head hunters he called them. I can only tell you the things he told me. For 6 months service to the British army they got paid by the way of a pair of old army issue boots along with a shot gun and 6 cartridges. I have been searching for anything relating to my father. He died 14 years ago at the age of 77 and I have probably left it too late to find surviving service men that new him.
He had three tattoos. One was the SAS dagger on his forearm and he had two Malaysian type Dragons on each shoulder blade. He told me as a kid that a head hunter done them for him with a piece of sharpened bamboo.
He also told me a story where he was being driven somewhere by one of your countryman and stopped at a tea house for refreshment. When my father asked for refreshment for the both of them a member of the Newzealand SAS shouted he is not allowed to be in here. My father told his company (no name) to drink his drink, after which my father through his cup of Tea at the table where the shout came from accompanied by the booming south west Scottish accent i had heard so many times. Your hole table of men arnt worthy to lace this mans boots and left the T house. Who knows maybe it was the same man that gave him his tattoos.
Kind regards Stuart Davidson
My late father served in the SAS in 51 to 52 and I am looking for any information about my late father John Davidson possibly known as Jock. He was in B section. Told me a story once of when he nearly got shot by the man behind him due to having the safety off. He said that person got felt with severely. Is this the same story? Did you know or meet him? Get in touch please if you did or need any more info about him.