Don't Shoot the Mules!
By Jim Hough
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Jim Hough
Jim Hough has written a wonderful light-hearted account of his exploits as a Trooper for the Cheshire Yeomanry, then a Gunner and Bomardier in the Royal Artillery, to an Animal Officer of the 14th Army in Burma during the Second World War. His exploits as a soldier on the peripherals of the war are a fascinating read, and in parts highly amusing. Jim is now 90 years old, living in Sunningdale with his wife Jennifer. He has had a wonderfully varied and successful working life. From his early days in Fleet Street, (his writing skills are evident throughout this book), to owning his own hardware shop in Kensington High Street, and then finally setting up his main business, spanning forty years, as the sole uk importer of Ignis ice-making machines from Italy.
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Don't Shoot the Mules! - Jim Hough
DON’T SHOOT THE MULES
image001.jpgJIM HOUGH
1939-40 323211 Trooper Cheshire Yeomanry
1940 323211 Gunner and Bombardier Royal Artillery
1943 190147 Captain Queen’s Royal Regiment
and Animal Officer 14th Army
1944 190147 Co-editor Official Troops Newspaper BAOR
(British Army of the Rhine)
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Contents
HARDINGE’S BRIDGE
KISTI AND THE BATTI WALLAH
ABDUL
THE TURF CLUB
PANDIT NEHRU
AND INDIRA GANDHI
JOHN TAYLOR
AND FIVE ROSES TEA
ELEPHANTA ISLE
MULE FACT FILE
THE TROOPSHIPS
FLEET STREET
O.C.T.U.
EPILOGUE
For Tessa…
Wartime reminiscences of:
Ambush on Jap Cash Convoy (1)
Dinah Sheridan (10)
The Boudoir Boys (11)
Anti-aircraft defence in Wartime Britain (12)
Indore Races (28)
Turf Club (35)
Pandit Nehru and Indira Gandhi (37)
Five Roses Tea (41)
Orde Wingate (47)
Japs in full retreat from Chindits (51)
Elephanta Isle (53)
Vernon Morgan (61)
Vera Lynn (69)
Winston Churchill (71)
Life on Wartime Troopships (79)
Sir Henry Martin (85)
Betty Driver (91)
O.C.T.U (95)
Rudolph Hess (96)
This is one of many tens of thousands of Japanese Government Treasury notes ransacked by British Chindit troops after an ambush on a Japanese Army motorised convoy on the Burma Road near Imphal in November 1943.
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One of the trucks in the convoy, which was escorted by motor cycle outriders, was carrying huge amounts of cash with which to pay their front line troops and for supplies from Burmese collaborators.
Armed guards were seen leaping from the truck and although raked with fire from sten guns and carbines by the Chindits, many escaped unhurt into the adjoining jungle. Some joined the lines of Japanese deserters already on the long trudge back to Rangoon.
The Chindits were quick to realise the enormity of their haul. Some of them, having filled their pockets with banknotes, stuffed further wads down their trousers gaiters and shirt fronts. Haversacks were emptied of spare clothing, socks, ground sheets and other essentials. All were discarded to make more room for money. Disposal of government property in this fashion is an offence under military discipline. It was widely ignored. There was much talk of buying hotels in Bombay to finance lifetimes of wanton women and slothful splendour after the war.
The above illustration is a scanned copy and does not reveal the meticulous workmanship of the Japanese engraver. Closer examination also showed that the notes had no serial number. This small point sowed seeds of suspicion. It was not long before the dreadful truth was exposed. The notes were worthless. Not forgeries but unbacked by any recognised banking system and therefore not negotiable.
I tried to appease the men by saying that they should hold on to some notes because one day they might have some small value as souvenirs or curiosities.
The advice was ignored.
26354.jpgOn September 4, 1939 War broke out. I was mobilised into the Cheshire Yeomanry, also known as the Prince of Wales’s Bodyguard, a Territorial regiment and provided with an old racehorse called Red King, a sword, a scabbard put it in and a Lee Enfield.303 rifle with leather rifle bucket left over from the Great War. Thus equipped I was considered adequately armed to launch attacks on panzer tanks alongside our brave allies in Poland. A few days later Red King, whose Cheshire owner had been persuaded to sell him to the Army for £20, in effect a shameless confiscation, but there was a war on and I were charging across Salisbury Plain, sixteen abreast, with drawn swords, at the full gallop, at an equine pace known by my new colleagues as split-arse
. Had Red King put a foot in a rabbit hole he might have broken a leg. I might have broken my neck. It was supposed to make men of us.
Mercifully this nonsense was suspended after a few days when Winston Churchill, prodded by the Daily Mirror and every mum in the land with a boy of 18, decreed that no boy under 19 should be sent on combative duties abroad. Our Regiment was under notice to be transferred almost immediately to Palestine where, as usual, they had their own war going on. My part in the enterprise and that of all other Cheshire yeomen was cancelled and half a trainload of we underage remnants was dispatched to Lincoln to join the newly-formed 39th Light Anti-Aircraft battery, Royal Artillery. We were proud of being His Majesty’s yeomen, and stood before our new commanding officer wearing our smartly-cut breeches with strapping in becoming shades of rust or lemon (both illegal except to officers) and a khaki tunic, also a hangover from the Great War, but ripped apart, re-cut and re-made by a tailor in Chester to a more acceptable style at our own expense. Over this was a leather bandolier, polished with just the right mixture of dark tan boot polish and spit to produce a finish one could see one’s face in. We were informed by the C.O., whose name I have forgotten, and have no wish to recall, that we resembled a bunch of dissolute Mexican desperado bandits. Forthwith we must visit the quartermaster’s stores and exchange our absurd garb for regulation battledress, steel helmets and ammunition boots. With that we were formed into three ranks and marched through the streets of Lincoln to our quarters for the night which was an old drill hall with no heating, chairs or table. In the middle of the floor was a large stack of straw, none too clean and a pile of paliasses (canvas mattress covers.) We stuffed them full with the straw and ill grace and had a sleepless night.
It should be explained why, when with the Yeomanry, all of us went to so much trouble and expense to look smart with fancy strapping etc. beyond the bounds of necessity. Every night a number of us were detailed for guard duty. This was a hated and largely useless chore which deprived us of much-needed rest and sleep. Days in the Yeomanry were long and hard. Those selected for this duty reported to the Guard Room, which usually doubled as the Orderly room or general office. They lined up for inspection by the orderly officer who scrutinised all in the closest detail. Rifles, personal cleanliness and hair length (short back and sides) were given particular attention. All had to be absolutely clean, correct and acceptable. So that rifle barrels could be properly examined the rifle bolt was drawn back and the soldier placed his thumb over the barrel entrance. The thumb nail, if it had been scrubbed, reflected some light when the officer looked down the barrel. Whether clean or not the officer said nothing and moved on to repeat the performance on the next man. When all had been inspected the men were drawn up to attention by the Sergeant in charge for an important procedure known as The Stick. While all breaths were bated, the officer moved slowly round the ranks, giving a long, lingering stare at each man. Then, after a prolonged think, tapped two of them on a shoulder with his leather-covered swagger stick. They each took a step forward, gave a smart salute and marched off to the pub or the pictures. No Guard duty for them. It pays to look smart in the Army.
On the way to breakfast next day we were apprehended by the Colonel who enquired why we were still improperly dressed as banditos. We replied that the quartermaster did not have any battledresses of our size but, we were assured, we told him, that they were on order and would be with us in a day or two and we were so much looking forward to having them.
Suddenly, overnight and without warning and, in typical army style, no apparent reason, we were uplifted from our loathsome Lincoln billet to new headquarters at Scunthorpe, Normanby Hall. The Yeomanry boys had not proved good at assimilation with the rest of the regiment and the independent coterie which we now formed was known as The Boudoir Boys because we wore pyjamas in paliasses, used scented shaving cream and conversed in supposedly affected accents. The Boudoir Boys, because of their superior cunning, intuition and common sense, soon sorted out the best jobs for themselves at Normanby and I was doubly promoted from the rank