Fought a Million Battles: Normally Home for Tea
By Tred Parris
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His service took him from exchange visits with the 11th Special Forces in America in the West to service in the deserts of the Middle East, and from the jungles of the Far East to a once-in-a-lifetime meet up with the New Zealand SAS squadron.
Tred Parris
Tred Parris, known to his friends as Freddie, has been married for 54 years with two children and five grandchildren. He has been retired for about 11 years. He is a beekeeper and enjoys his allotments with his wife, Georgina, including other activities such as dancing, walking, creating art and playing the ukulele. He has written several articles for local publications.
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Fought a Million Battles - Tred Parris
Prologue
This revised and expanded second edition of my book is not only some of my recollections from my time serving as a Territorial Army Volunteer (TAVR). With whom I served in one form or another from 1968 to early 1984. But also to highlight the many many thousands of the Army, Navy and RAF volunteers who support the ever reducing regular forces with their service.
They are from my fading memory without the aid of a diary but with some research and the odd photograph. Nevertheless, if some people and places and dates have got mixed up or caused any offence. I apologize None of this would have happened without the huge contribution of support and sacrifice and love from my wife Georgina, that at times I did not deserve but will be eternally grateful…
My period of service came between the country’s major war fighting conflicts. My only opportunity to become directly involved came towards the end of my service in 1982 when the Falklands war broke out. I, like many others, volunteered as soon as the news first broke, only to be refused immediately. This was not entirely unexpected as the reserve forces covenant at the time of mobilization could only be decreed by the government in a national emergency.*
There was however a great deal of other stuff
that had been going on, to a lesser degree in Africa, the middle and far east, South America, Germany and the Troubles. So although my final hurrah
did not materialize, I like to think that we volunteers contributed in many ways to the greater good, even if only a few of us ever fired our weapons in anger in my time.
A lot of these "contributions are not covered in these pages, nor are the volunteers’ full names mentioned in the following pages. Not through enforcement, as I have my
letter of disclosure but because the mantra of
need to know" is still in my breast, Many of us have signed an affidavit to say what others who did not need to know then, do not need to know now and we would not divulge them.
I realize that your view of the volunteers who go to work every day when they are not in uniform, managing the triangle of family, army and work may be skewed as a result. But in the end appreciate our contribution and at times bring a smile to your lips, for without humor many hardships could not be endured.
Tred Parris – April 2022
Fought a Million Battles,
But Generally Home for Tea!
I always liked to think of myself as a patriot and willing to do my bit, but looking back I realize that these sentiments only came over time. But at the time the reason for joining the Territorials was for money! In 1967 I was working as a T2B (lowest of the low!) for the GPO*, part of a team of four we had one of those green lorries you used to see trundling about with a couple of telegraph poles stuck on top. Well we used to put them up, or do repairs to underground cables and the like. One of my colleagues from another crew who had recently moved out from what was called the London overspill
told me he was still serving as a Territorial Army volunteer driver for the Royal Corps of Transport as it was then back in West London where he had moved from. Have a morning chat before going out on our days’ work that he attended a drill
* once a week, did one days training a month and a two week camp
once a year. My ears pricked up when he said he got paid, and a yearly bonus of £100.00!
At the time we had not long been married, we both worked, Georgina was also very often out working at night hosting the Pippa Dee
parties* that were popular at the time to help contribute to the household budget. I can’t remember how much I earned but for me using was our ancient multicolored Thames van that its previous owner, a decorator must have tried his paints out on, to drive the seven miles from home to Bletchley Park. where the GPO was based and back ¹often ran out of petrol, mid or towards the end of the week, depending if we used it over the weekend. When it did, I left it abandoned wherever it was until the next pay day when armed with a can full of petrol I walked back to it, and the whole process started again, so a bit of extra cash sounded very inviting!
I had always been interested in all things military so with Georgians blessing I started looking around, and found a Royal Artillery Medium Battery in Leagrave near Luton within easy striking distance at the time. Calling ahead I went over on their drill night
and saw their PSI* During our chat the subject of parachuting came up, something medium batteries of guns did not do! The PSI* must have seen the interest in my eyes telling me with a smirk, the nearest unit that did parachuting was at Hitchin and they got paid an extra 50p a day! In due course I found myself in the Squadron office of C Squadron 21 SAS(V) a place I was to become very familiar with in the years ahead.
Their PSI said with a welcoming smile, I would be welcome*, but I would have to do something called Selection and Continuation
. I had never heard of the Special Air Service. The only SAS I had heard of was a Scandinavian airline. I said ok, where do I sign?
The regiments poem from James Ellroy Flecker
GPO General Post Office Now BT
Pippa Dee a range of plastic containers and kitchen ware.
PSI Permanent Staff Instructor, a regular normally coming to the end of his service.
Incredibly you could join straight from civvy street at the time.
Selection
So a few weeks later, a buff Ministry of Defense rail warrant dropped through our letter box with an accompanying letter inviting me to attend the Duke of York’s HQ in the Kings road Chelsea for a medical, to be sworn in and sign the official secrets act! At the time its great rambling building housed the three regiments group HQ. I recall that tucked away in a little single rather obscure door. It read FANY in white letters indicating the Field Army Nursing Yeomanry. But in a previous life the HQ of SOE Special Operations Executive. That sent many very courageous young women into occupied France.
Going to London was something of an experience for a small town boy like me. Going for a big night out
to the Wilton Hall Bletchley, a popular dance hall near where I worked was considered a special event, never mind medicals and secrets acts! Nevertheless, I found myself with several other hopefuls, some of whom I found out as we met nervously chatting to each other came from C
Squadron, so I was not alone. The first glimmer of bonding came that day when one of the hopefuls asked the guy in front of him whose eyes were being tested to remember the top line as he was a bit dodgy! We all passed and spent the rest of the day being kitted out with Greens
*, woolly pulleys* a para smock, boots, gaiters, a cap comforter, 44 pattern* webbing that looked impossible to fathom out, poncho and sleeping bag. As well as a kit bag, Bergen rucksack*shirts, hairy and large baggy green draws cellular! The following Wednesday, me and the other, I think eight recruits, paraded for the first time at Hitchin. Falling in behind the Squadron lads, made myself presentable as I could with my new clothes but looking around the other looked like something the cat dragged in! Watched slightly in awe at some of the sqn lads who with the exception of the few who would always look so they need a dresser, all smartly dressed falling in
with practiced ease. The stand at ease for the evening muster parade.
Over the next few Wednesday drill nights, we were shown how to dress, do simple drill maneuvers such as falling in, in some sort of order, standing at ease and coming to attention when your name was called out replying here staff
. We got our eager hands, for the first time on the army’s standard self-loading rifle*. Started being taught map reading, went out on map to ground familiarization on the nearby Hexton hills where we could see a huge area of land to the North. We could then look at our maps and use our compass, find some points on the map such as a church or wood. From these basics we went on to learn to do back bearings
, a triangular method of establishing your exact location in the days before the advent of the satellite navigator and learning to judge distances. Fitness training was also part of our regular routine. Our Instructor was the formidable Sgt Dereck. He was one of the few soldiers who had served in all three SAS regiments, (22/23 and 21) so he was a very experienced man, he was also a demon Joker! One drill night we were instructed to pick up one of the long former benches we had in the drill hall between us and follow Dereck out of the hall, at the double! Turning left we jogged the quarter or so mile to the nearby park, did a circuit, followed by squats jumps pushups etc. before setting off back As we neared the gates we swung out expecting to go in when Dereck went straight past! The groans and gasps were audible! Just about clinging on by this time, we did another mile or so before returning, hoping that we would go this time. Thankfully we did collapsing on and around the benches that became sinomimnase with sweat and hard breathing over the coming weeks and months.
A few weeks later our first weekend loomed; this was the start