chindit burma 1944 true war story. Jackie Coogan actor.

I received my call up papers in 1940. I was twenty three. My brother was already in the army, so my mother and father were not at all keen on me having to go as well, but I was young and pretty keyed up for it. After the medical examination and a short wait, I was sent to Breton in Wales, to join the South Wales Borderers.

It was a long way from home for a Lancashire lad and totally different from my home town of Preston, quiet, pretty, but a boring sort of place I thought. Basic training was a doddle for me though,I was always playing football and cricket, keeping fit that way back home in Preston.

At the camp it struck me that Britain was in bad shape for war,the equipment was pretty poor and there was only one bren gun available for the whole company instead of one per section. But I didn’t let it worry me, I was keen to get on with things, what with north Africa in the news all the time, I dreamed of palm trees and exotic locations, besides I had all the sport I could handle. After six months training I was sent to Newton Abbot seconded to the Gloucester’s, they had had a rough time and their numbers were down to only forty five men. In 1943 after the regiment had made up their numbers we had our ship out orders. A boat trip to India, although they didn’t tell us that at the time. Only that tropical gear would be issued.

We landed in Ranchy to my great surprise, a small port on the coast of India. India itself was a shock! Poverty, blazing sunshine and a sticky, sickly heat which I was certainly not used to. After a long rail journey in a cramped, hot as hell train, I arrived at our base camp. Training, training, training, an awful lot of it, to make us ready for the jungle. I moved regiment again, to the Leicestershire’s (due to the fact that I was a signaller and radio operators were in short supply). Part of the” Special Force" the third Indian Division. Here I found that I and the rest of the units had gained a nick name... Hindi (after the Cinthay, mythical griffin, half lion half eagle guardian of the Burmese temples)... Odd name, but one to remember with pride... We were to see our commander many times at base and behind enemy lines. Major General Orde Wingate. A straight talker, whom we all respected and trusted:-

” No shaving in the jungle! This means an extra two minutes in bed” he would say... ” A tired soldier is not a good fighter!" And he was right, as usual.

Morale amongst the troops was excellent: A small red headed trooper from Manchester was refused permission to go with our unit when we were ordered to the front. He was crying, that’s how much it meant to him to stay with the unit he had trained with. The sergeant major took him to see the commanding officer and insisted the whole units morale would suffer if he didn’t go. The next day he marched off with rest of us down the Burma road. We passed yank units heading back from the front lines and as they went by they shouted "Your not taking him with you... are you?” They couldn’t believe a five foot tall bloke would hold his own against the Japanese. But he proved himself time and again and fought like the best of us.

We went into the jungle on foot, infiltrating and penetrating enemy lines. Mike Calvert leading our mixed group of British and Ghurkha troops. Hill after hill. Mile after blooming mile. The jungle seemed like it would never end. We blew up this and that: the main aim to cut the Myitkyina railway supply line. Destroyed anything enemy we could find. Hit and run. Keep the enemy guessing. Took casualties, as many to disease as anything else. But keep going, that was all in our minds. To give up was not an option. A pistol and grenade was left to anyone that we could not get out. They were on their own if the enemy was close by, we could not carry them out. We all knew it, we had no option... Re-supply was by air in a clearing marked by smoke. Bundles dropped by parachute which we mostly retreated. Sometimes an American helicopter could land and take out two wounded soldiers at a time. They were nothing like today’s helicopters, much more primitive. Bloody dangerous looking things in fact, like a big bug and made a hell of a lot of noise which I thought they must hear in Tokyo!

We were moving around yet another village when I came to a small bamboo fence and for some reason decided to go under it, rather than hop over them as I normally did. I felt the pain before I heard the noise of the snipers rifle. He caught me in the right side just below the heart, the bullet going through and out of me. As I hit the ground I could hear the other blokes deal with the sniper, he got off a lot worse than me!... I was lucky that the bullet missed the grenades I was carrying .They were dangling from the bandoliers slung on each hip, each of which contained twenty four rounds of .303 (one clip of which I was later told had deflected the path of the bullet and had saved my bacon). The pain was dreadful. I was patched up and given a shot of morphine.

Next thing I remember was a clearing and my officer talking to an American pilot. My officer was trying to persuade the pilot to take me out as well as two other wounded soldiers. The pilot was pointing out that only two passengers was the maximum weight restriction and to carry more invited the helicopter to crash, probably into the Japanese which we could hear firing in the distance.

” What happens if he stays?” Asked the pilot.”

"Well either the japs get him or -"

The pilot interrupted and said firmly... "Put him on i’ll risk it!"

The pilot came over to where I was stretcher 'ed out... "How you doing?" he asked.” Do you know who I am?"

"No mate,” I said, a bit puzzled by his question.

"Well my names Jackie Coogan... The actor” he said matter of factly. "I’m going to get you out of here!"

"Sorry, I don’t recognise you mate... I play football back home, not go to the cinema!” I blurted..."But getting out is a b####y good idea!"

He grinned and helped the stretcher bearers to get me to the helicopter. He threw out all survival and other equipment stowed behind his seat and helped the other blokes slide me into the very, very cramped compartment.

” Lucky he’s not a big guy!” Said Jackie.

We took off and skimmed the treetops. The ride back was uncomfortable to say the least. We flew through rough weather and it seemed that we hit every air pocket in Burma, each time dropping toward the jungle like a stone. After a while there was a hell of a bang!... It wasn’t us... Through the radio Jackie heard that Orde Wingate’s aero plane had just come down. He told us. We said nothing. Just hoped the commander survived. When we landed we were rushed off to hospital. We didn’t have time to thank Jackie properly or anything. Just a quick wave of the hand. And that was that. We never saw each other again.

At the field hospital I remember the nurse as I woke up. She asked if she could shave off my long beard I had taken so long to grow. I agreed and she did. The medical officer came to see me and the first words he said to me were... “You should be dead young man!"

Charming!... That’s when it occurred to me that a famous, rich stranger with everything to lose, had risked his all to get a couple of wounded men he didn’t even know out of the jungle. He could have just taken the easy option and said full up with no risk at all, but didn’t know a lot of men will be forever grateful to mar Jackie Coogan for his bravery. Including me.

The Dakota transport plane taxied along the runway. I was on my way home! Sad though as I had just heard that Order Wingate had been killed in the aeroplane crash. A good man lost! Suddenly the plane stopped and turned around, heading back to the hanger area.

“What’s going on?” All the wounded wanted to know.

"Vera lyn has arrived and is putting on a concert, didn’t want you chaps to miss it” replied a member of the aircrew. Personally, I couldn’t stand Vera’s singing, all I wanted to do was leave India. Nice girl. Very Bad timing!

John (Jack) Snailham dedicates this memory to Jackie Coogan. Johns late wife Ethel. And to his great grandson and grand daughters. May the only wars they endure be in history books and computer games.

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