Many hours spent in pursuit through swamp and thick jungle, in tropical heat and downpours of rain, and of the many nights spent lying in ambush positions, waiting ,listening, plagued by mosquitoes and all other insects leeches cling to your body, the nights alive with sound of various animals, tense and coiled like a well oiled spring ,weapons grasped tightly, fingers on triggers, waiting hoping that the enemy would walk into your trap?, and make the situation worth while. that was the war in Malaya, (not an emergency) a war, once again the politicians gave it the name emergency, only by calling it that, were they able to control the price of the rubber market, call it a war and the stocks and shares would have plummeted.
Operating in swamps for days on end, the only contact with the outside world was by radio carried often submerged in the oily swamp, dried out and carried on. Supplies came from the outside world by twin engine Dakota at an appointed rendezvous every 4th or 5th day dropping it's cargo of corned beef, tinned beer, cigarettes and ammunition, atrocious country. This was the type of country that the Commando Brigade, and other regiments operated in and won in the end communism was at last beaten in the malay peninsula in the 60,s
Here
Dead we Lie Because We Did Not Choose To Live,
And
Shame The Land From Which We Sprung.
Life,
To Be Sure, Is Nothing Much To Lose;
But
Young Men We Think It Is,
And
We Were Young.
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This
picture of me was taken while I was in Borneo. My service in the Royal
Marines started in the april of 1947 and I went to pension june 1971,I
joined HM Prison service, serving at Dartmoor, Exeter, and the Maze Prison
Northern Ireland. I'm now retired and studying military history.
James Robinson February 2000 |
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