Surrender - 1942
| Singapore - from Feb.1942
| Burma -Thailand Railway
| "A" Force |
"B" Force | "C" Force |
"D" Force | "E"
Force | "F" Force | "G" Force | "H" Force |
Singapore - from March, 1945 |
Surrender - 1945
Arrived ? 1942
Departed ? 1942
Activities, (If You Had a Yasme) - Horse Racing
How many can
remember the excitement of the broadcast, the betting, the
atmosphere of the "Races"? It was not confined to only one camp.
Various camps had their own activities.
has this listing: P.O.W. Handicap - 1½ Miles - Prize Money - 70
Cents. Run at "B" Bn. Course - Mount Pleasant (Thomson Rd) -
(Source: "Dutchy" Holland, Makan No. 258,
2) Chinaman's cure
NX32421 - GEOGHEGAN, Mervyn Ross (Joe), Pte. - BHQ, Cook
NX34400 - ROBERTSON, Stuart Wilkinson, Sgt. - A Company, 8
NX70453 - TAYLOR, John Lindsay, Capt. - BHQ, M.O.
NX47865 - WARD, Kevin James, Pte. - A Company, 8 Platoon
"All of us, who were at Mt. Pleasant and
Caldecott Hill, while the Shrine job was in progress, will
remember that Kevin was one of the worst cases of beri beri,
who became incapable of walking and had to be sent back to
Changi to the hospital on a stretcher. In a reminiscent mood
Kevin has recounted some of his medical treatment.
At Caldecott Hill, Captain Taylor had been
trying one thing after another on those coming to his RAP.
Red Palm Oil, various mixtures for painting on troublesome
spots, so that "flaming onions" often had to be fanned
vigorously, but in Kevin's case contact had been made with
an old Chinaman, who must have had something to do with
herbalists from the nature of the cure. He brought along
dried citrus skin, which seemed to have been mandarins,
brown sugar, some tincture of opium and pineapple. The
instructions were to hollow out the pineapple by taking out
the fruit and put all the other items in the centre, using
only a few drops of the tincture of opium, put the pineapple
into a Billy with a lid and steam it. The inside of the
pineapple and the ingredients became a sodden mass, and when
it was reduced to that state and allowed to cool, it was to
be eaten by Kevin, by taking small cubes, cut off from the
whole. Kevin said it was vile tasting stuff and terrible to
eat but both Stuart Robertson as his Sergeant, and Joe
Geoghegan as the cook saw to it that Kevin took the stuff.
Capt. John Taylor examined the ingredients and pronounced
them not prejudicial to Kevin's health.
This treatment was commenced just before
Kevin went back to Changi; the Chinaman had said something
about 14 days and at about that time Kevin started to
improve, and eventually was sent north on "H'' Force.
However lack of that type of cure caused other troubles so
that on return to Changi, with the collection of Ps.O.W. in
and around the civil goal block, Col. Bye, who made himself
responsible for Kevin's care, saw to it that he was not put
inside the concrete building, and helped by putting him on
the egg participation roster with the hospital.
(Source: Kevin Ward, Makan No. 231,
3) Melbourne Cup Day,
NX19398 - HARDING, Alfred Henry (Alf), Pte. - A Company, 9
NX47865 - WARD, Kevin James, Pte. - A Company, 8
NX70486 - BOOTH, Edward Holroyd (Baldy or Ward),
Capt. - D Company, O/C
told that Melbourne Cup Day was celebrated in various ways
in different camps, but the Work Party on the "Shrine Job"
based in the cottages at Caldecott Hill had the advantage of
having Alf Harding with them
(Source: Kevin Ward, Makan No. 236,
little yellow basket
NX36719 - MONTGOMERY, James William (Monty), Pte. - BHQ,
Band, Changi Concert Party
NX45594 - ANNAND, Charles (Charlie), L/Sgt. - D Company, 16
NX68236 - LUGTON, Stanley James (Stan), Cpl. - BHQ, Band
NX69851 - RYAN, Patrick Leonard (Len), Pte. - BHQ, Band
At the little one-night concert at Caldecott
Estate, the vocal trio on stage singing a parody on "My
Little Yellow Basket", which went, inter alia: "Tuk -
Tukawishi, Tuk - Tukawishi, Yosh - Yoshimatu Harata, Harata,
The Little Yellow Baskets You know what I mean." This was
followed by raucous laughter and loud clapping by the Yank,
and all the non-understanding Japs occupying the first two
or three rows of seats.
The first time this was put over was
undoubtedly on the second night after our arrival-as P.O.W.
at Selarang. Someone had found a tin of oil, and with a bit
of string in it, we had some light. Stan Lugton had his
trumpet, Monty Montgomery had two sticks and an upturned
box, and the remarkable Len Ryan - who could make music out
of anything - had nailed a batten to the side of an upturned
garbage bin; and a bit of sisal rope from the top of the
batten to a hole in the centre of the bin made him a
one-string double bass.
A few of us were having a real Jam Session of
a Sing Song on the first floor of the Barracks building when
we suddenly saw a grinning ape, complete with rifle and
bayonet, which he thrust at the light, grunting and
indicating that it should be out. A vigorous pointing at
watches convinced him that it was O.K., so he stood there
listening to our singing; and he fairly roared with delight,
and demanded encores, when Charlie Annand said "Little
Yellow Basket Len", and we broke into vociferous singing of
the ordinary song, but fairly shouting and pointing to the
Jap at the appropriate "Little Yellow Bastard" bit, as it
came up each time
Makan No. 196, Jul/Aug, 1971)
Tom, one of
the young fellows in the Battalion, had his twenty first
birthday on one of the Working Parties on Singapore Island.
I asked him which one it was and he has told me that he was
working on the "Shrine Job”, but he's not quite sure of the
name of where he bedded down for the night.
NX47498 - GRANT, Thomas Bertram (Tom ), L/Cpl. - C Company, 14 Platoon
Party, as a whole, was somewhat of Brigade strength with a
major part of the 2/30th plus a company of odds and sods
from Division HQ as a group under Noel Johnston as
Commanding Officer. These were first on an Estate known as
Mount Pleasant, buildings, housing civilian whites before
the War; the Party later moved over to Caldecott Hill near
the wireless station.
portion of the Party from the Artillery, 2/15, 2/10 and 4th
Anti/Tank were in buildings on lower ground in Thompson
Jack" was in command of the whole, occupying one of two
cottages with the Japanese guard occupying the adjacent one,
and it was the guard there that B.J. had outfitted by Bert
Galbraith, as Regimental Tailor, because their ragged
uniforms offended his dignity, that he should be a P.O.W.
under a guard of what seemed "Rag Tag and Bob Tail" of the
declares, "The Mt. Pleasant tag is near enough for where we
slept, though I have never been quite sure whether that name
or Caldecott Estate was the correct one. By a process of
association I tend to call the place Caldecott. You will
recall a malady which afflicted most of us at that time. It
was named according to where you were at the particular
time; such as, Changi Balls; Bukit Timah Balls; ice Balls
and so on. We referred to it as Caldecott Cods, hence you
will understand why I refer to the Caldecott Estate as the
place of the Camp. I have never heard it referred to as Mt.
Pleasant Balls or Cods etc. I am writing, of course, about
what our medical people, who, by their training and
knowledge, referred to it as Dermatitis of the scrotum.
Those who experienced it will not forget what an
uncomfortable condition it was. (On Caldecott Hill, Tom,
Capt. John Taylor had his R.A.P. in a garage, situated on a
concrete driveway, serving various houses, and I can conjure
up a mind picture of vigorous fanning to ease the stinging
of whatever mixture it was that John Taylor was trying out,
because there was a lot of experimenting to find what might
combat the troubles, so that there were various colours of
potions applied, and another name I recall was "Flaming
continues: "We were not to know at that time but Caldecott
Estate was, in my experience, far and away the best camp
during my P.O.W. days. Mostly we travelled from there to the
shrine job at Bukit Timah. On the day I turned 21, I found
myself at the shrine, which atop the hill was probably the
highest point on the Island. It. was approached by a length
of roadway and then by a flight of concrete stairs, which, I
suppose, were quite impressive in their way. My thoughts at
the time could be summed up, I suppose, by saying that I
wondered, if I might see my next birthday. Such occasions
were not celebrated in the way one might expect had
circumstances been otherwise.
us would have celebrated four birthdays over there; some
might have had five. It was possible that the Burma Railway
was the venue for the next. I am not at all sure whether it
was at No 1 or No 2 Camp. Indeed conditions were such, that
I doubt, if I could have told you off hand what month it
was, let alone the date of birthdays or any other
anniversary. The wonder of that place was not that so many
died but that any one at all survived the place.
anniversary was on the 'drome job at Changi and the
following one at Johore Bahru; after the Burma Railway
experience these places tend to be forgotten. The 'drome is
not much mentioned these days, though it was, at that time,
a long haul, exposed to the sun all day and every day and
tended to take away some of the edge one may have had. In
Johore Bahru I was on Xl Tunnelling Party and that was also
hard work on the rations of that time.
Makan No. 236, Sept/Oct, 1977)
6) That your
NX45731 - YOUNG, Lionel Frederick (Darby), Pte. - HQ
Company, A/A Platoon
Darby also remembers the night
before our original Guards (the Front-Liners) were to leave
Caldecott Estate - presumably for places South -
immediately-before the Singapore Walkabout: The big Jap,
Kijo, buying sweets for all and sundry and walking all over
the place with tears streaming down his face in genuine
distress at being detached from the Aussies, for whom he had
apparently developed a deep affection.
(Source: Darby Young, Makan No.
197, Sep/Oct, 1971)
7) Tuk - Tukawishi
NX45731 - YOUNG, Lionel Frederick (Darby), Pte. - HQ
Company, A/A Platoon
Darby also remembers: At the
little one-night concert at Caldecott Estate, the vocal trio
on stage singing a parody on "My Little Yellow Basket",
which went, inter alia:
"Tuk - Tukawishi, Tuk -
Tukawishi, Yosh - Yoshimatu Harata, Harata, The Little
Yellow Baskets You know what I mean."
This was followed by raucous
laughter and loud clapping by the Yank, and all the
non-understanding Japs occupying the first two or three rows
(Source: Darby Young, Makan No.
196, Jul/Aug, 1971)