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…the forests swarmed with insects and there was an abundance of red ants, black soldier ants, centipedes and at night, thousands of tiny midges invaded whilst on the hillsides the mosquitoes waited to bite…
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Page 12
…my previous knowledge of jungle warfare and the fact that I had been a member of ‘Special Unit’ recce platoon positioned behind enemy lines in the Arakan had turned me virtually overnight into a valued commodity…
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Page 14
…there seemed at first, however, to be a barrier between myself and the platoon. At first I thought it might be because I was a stranger since I was the only one in the whole platoon, including the officers, who was wearing a purple medal ribbon, the 1939 -45 Star ( Arakan)…
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Page 17
…and others like me found themselves upstairs with a beautiful woman who looked me straight in the eyes and asked ‘Do you want me ?’…
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Page 32
…some one hundred and fifty miles away to the Naga hills of Assam, my older brother Captain Reginald J Isaac of the Intelligence Corps was leading an attack on a strategic hill held by the Japanese…
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Page 33
…we threw ourselves to the ground, our bodies pressed in the mud, our faces in the unprotected, open paddy fields. It was a living nightmare as the Zero’s dived one after the other delivering death on all sides of me…
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Page 40
…there was no way we could help him further except leave him with a supply of rations and ammunition…
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Page 43
…the trap was sprung and the leading men had no chance. They were cut to ribbons while the remainder only escaped by the skin of their teeth…
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Page 45
…as he fell, I thrust my machete into his stomach. I felt it sink into him. There was a grunt and he died, falling on top of me into the stream…
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Page 55
…pressing myself to the ground I froze, trying to still the rapid heartbeats and hold my breath. It would never do to get caught now, just when deliverance was at hand…
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Page 64
…these devils came forward in strength but we stood our ground retaliating with machine guns, mortars, flame throwers, Bren guns, in fact anything that came to hand. Their blood curdling war cries were meant to demoralise and intimidate but we were ready for that…
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Page 75
…great physical and mental effort was required to push ourselves through the next hours before we eventually cleared the swamps…
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Page 84
…you bastard, I snapped, You’re dead . . . you’ve gone to far, both of you. Back off. You lay one hand on me and I’ll kill you both . . . you bastards…
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Page 89
…it could be described as a giddy elation we felt compelled to sing, dance, laugh and cry all at the same time…
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Page 94
…the first thing I did on dis-embarking was to send a telegram home to say I had arrived safely and was catching the train to Brighton. It was July 1945
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Page 96
…it doesn’t work like that and the memories of Burma and my life as one of Wingates Chindits will remain with me always…
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