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At a distance in time, it
is not easy to be as accurate in the recall of events as one would
like. The real reasons why some twenty or so Cooks and Stewards,
together with two Sub-Lieutenants from the aircraft carrier HMS
Ark Royal spent a week as guests of 'A' Company, 1 Queens
Surreys at their location at Robins Nest perched high on the Hong
Kong/Chinese border, have been forgotten. But go they did, and
the fact that the Supply Commander on the Ark was very keen on
his staff taking part in "expeditions" probably
had something to do with it. So too, no doubt did the close connection
between the Royal Navy and the Regiment.
The clincher however, was probably the fact that one of the Sub-Lieutenants
concerned not only had a brother in the Regiment, but was also
a friend of a Captain serving with the Battalion in Hong Kong
at the time. Anyway after everything had been agreed, the intrepid
matelots began their preparations on board ship. Kit was drawn,
including jungle greens from the boarding party store and tents
and rucksacks from the expedition store. Some items fitted, some
would bring tears to a Sergeant Major's eyes (and did)! Rations
were no problem. How could they be when half of the party were
from the ship's Galley!? Fitness was not something that could
be procured however, and it was not exactly a Commando group that
was eventually assembled. Not surprisingly really, since all those
involved hardly ever saw the daylight in their jobs and many were
often required to work in conditions of great heat and discomfort
deep in the bowels of the huge ship. But they did try. At least
they walked around the bars of Wanchai beforehand!
Everything ready, or almost at least, the "invasion"
began. First there was a half hour sea trip, for the carrier was
anchored off Green Island to the east of Hong Kong. Then everything
and everyone had to be offloaded from the boat and put in the
Army trucks waiting on the Kowloon side for the journey through
the New Territories to the border. Being on land for more than
an hour or two was also something of a new experience, since leaving
Plymouth at the beginning of March and arriving in Hong Kong some
two months later, the Ark had been at sea almost continually
with only brief calls at Singapore and Olongapo in the Phillipines
in between. Furthermore, the land where the sailors were heading
was not "normal" land, it being seriously mountainous
and rugged, which became ever more apparent as the journey went
on and the border came closer. Indeed, as the trucks ground their
laboured way up the mountain road to the dropping-off point, it
also became obvious that there would be few luxuries and only
the bare necessities. Water especially, would be at a premium.
It was therefore, a somewhat chastened Naval group who eventually
arrived at Robins Nest. But the welcome from Major Derek Bishop
and CSM Les Wilson and all the members of 'A' Company (and the
wonderful views from the top) more than made up for the apprehension.
The soldiers quickly co-opted the sailors, a brew was put on and
introductions made all round. Having pitched our tents it was
then time for a briefing. We were told the Company was up on the
border to assist in the apprehension of illegal immigrants crossing
over from China, most of whom it seemed had been emptied out of
the jails in an attempt to disrupt Hong Kong. The plan/method
was to send out patrols and bring the Chinese to the company position
first of all, and then take them down the mountain in trucks to
a holding camp at a railhead at the bottom. From there they were
returned to China. It sounded simple enough. The execution was
proving somewhat harder however, and so the addition of the Ark
personnel was much appreciated, even though their patrolling skills
were few and far between and of necessity likely to be driven
more by enthusiastic copies of cowboys and indians than textbook
infantry tactics!
Having been split up and allocated to the various sections it
was not long before we were on our way. We soon found out for
ourselves how hard was the terrain and how exposed to the searing
heat of the sun were the mountainsides. It did not help that you
might be able to see a Chinese across a valley. By the time you
had clambered down and then back up through the thorny undergrowth,
he had probably gone to ground in some inaccessible thicket and
you had a tedious search on your hands. It was hot and tiring
work and your water had to be carefully conserved. A sense of
humour was very necessary and fortunately this was where Jolly
Jack came into his own. No matter how much the limbs ached, how
parched was the tongue or burnt the skin, there was always a joke
ready - usually unprintable, but morale boosting certainly. Thus
soldier and sailor worked well and thoroughly enjoyed each others
company, never more so than when they had the chance for a welcome
beer and rest by their tents after a patrol (and before the CSM
chased us off again). For the sailors in particular, there was
the reward of a job well done under the friendly guidance of new
friends and perhaps more than anything, the uplift that a change
of scenery and environment only can give. It certainly was different
from working in the galley or wardroom of the Ark and
what was more we did not have to do the cooking!
So the routine went on for a week that went far too fast. Sadly
and all too soon the time came to pack up our things and head
back to the ship. But not before we had re-captured some of our
victims at least once. For when we had taken them down to the
camp at the bottom of Robins Nest where they had a big feed courtesy
of HMG, after which the Police took them back to the border, it
seemed the Chinese authorities merely let them try again. In particular
there was a group of three gold smugglers who kept on turning
up like Yo-yos. Not surprising really, after all they were skilled
criminals!
Farewells said, mementoes swopped, addresses and promises for
"runs ashore" next time were exchanged, we
hoisted our exhausted bodies onto the trucks for the journey back
to Hong Kong preparatory to sailing off for exercises at sea with
the US Navy off Okinawa and Japan. Not many remember that bumpy
return road journey - they were fast asleep, a few dreaming no
doubt of refreshing showers and a night in a bunk between fresh
sheets. However, it had been a marvellous change and one laced
with friendship and humour. Some were happy for it to have been
their last and only experience of the life of a "soldier".
But for one at least, it merely served to whet the taste buds.
He transferred to the Royal Marines!
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