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LIBYAN<br />

LETTER<br />

M.E.F.<br />

February 20th, 1942.<br />

A letter from a gunner to a gunner on what to do when<br />

you are up against it, as I have had one mass of experience.<br />

A battle has taken place and <strong>the</strong> good old Regiment was<br />

in it from <strong>the</strong> word "go." The news has already given you<br />

<strong>the</strong> outline of what has happened; here are a few personal<br />

details.<br />

We were in Mobile Column in sand dunes, which meant<br />

we were not mobile. Once you were in, you were in; <strong>the</strong><br />

most awful going—vehicles digging <strong>the</strong>mselves in all <strong>the</strong><br />

time, winches going, and <strong>the</strong> whole party moving at a<br />

snail's pace.<br />

Here <strong>the</strong> Boche caught us. Tanks, dive bombing, low<br />

flying attack with M.G.s—everything he had was thrown<br />

against <strong>the</strong> Regiment and <strong>the</strong> columns. The only orders I<br />

ever got were, "Retire seven miles east," as <strong>the</strong>y hit us. Our<br />

masses of "soft" vehicles were bogged, blowing up, in<br />

flames.<br />

That first day was a nightmare. One moment I was<br />

having lunch; <strong>the</strong> next (about 15 minutes later) I was<br />

fighting one gun over open sights against 30 Boche tanks<br />

to cover <strong>the</strong> withdrawal of my o<strong>the</strong>r guns (score, two<br />

tanks).<br />

"A" Battery in front of us had been practically overrun<br />

by 60 tanks, Town fighting his gun to <strong>the</strong> last. Most awful<br />

hell in "A's" position—<strong>the</strong> tyres were shot off <strong>the</strong> wheels—<br />

Subs. and Section Commanders dying round <strong>the</strong>ir guns—<br />

blazing tanks in front of <strong>the</strong>m. Bill Leishman actually said<br />

<strong>the</strong> shell that killed his detachment came at him through<br />

<strong>the</strong> telescope. He threw himself flat and was only<br />

wounded.<br />

"A" Battery put up a terrific show and came back with<br />

many of <strong>the</strong> chaps we know missing. Peter wounded,<br />

Armitage missing, Hart killed. Buchanan was captured, but<br />

collared a lorry after three days and sailed away in <strong>the</strong> best<br />

P. C. Wren manner. Mark was missing for three days but<br />

turned up quite happily.<br />

John McD. and Geoff. A. were both as cool as<br />

cucumbers, John leap-frogging his troop back as if on a<br />

drill order, and Geoff. swarming along ticking off <strong>the</strong><br />

Troop Leaders for bad dressing (shells bursting all round<br />

him as he did so).<br />

"B" had a damn good party. They were to a flank and<br />

182<br />

From a letter from an officer of "E" Battery,<br />

H.A.C. Regt., R.H.A., to a bro<strong>the</strong>r officer at<br />

home; <strong>the</strong> author has since been killed in<br />

action. Republished, with permission, from<br />

<strong>the</strong> Journal of <strong>the</strong> Honourable Artllery<br />

Company, April, 1942.<br />

missed <strong>the</strong> main battle, but caught 500 Boche M.T. over<br />

open sights at 2,000 and had 500 rounds gun fire!<br />

Intercepted Boche message that evening read, "Tanks<br />

unable to proceed as 'B' Echelon wiped out by gun fire."<br />

"E" (with me in attendance) had an amusing few days<br />

behind <strong>the</strong> Boche. He had done his celebrated pincer<br />

movement, and <strong>the</strong>re we were. On <strong>the</strong> second day we ran<br />

out of petrol, so sat down where we were and shelled every<br />

Boche we saw to <strong>the</strong> tune of 100 r.p.g. On <strong>the</strong> third day I<br />

stood frozen into a statue at an O.P. (in my truck on <strong>the</strong><br />

forward slope of a basin, pretending it was a derelict<br />

vehicle) whilst a Panzer Brigade went by 500 yards away<br />

from me. Gave running commentary to Battery, who had<br />

only 30 r.p.g. left and I was not allowed to shoot!<br />

Battery found that Boche would hit <strong>the</strong>m within <strong>the</strong> half<br />

mile, and whole Group (now petrolled up) had to move<br />

pretty R.H.A. When I scuttled over <strong>the</strong> crest four shells<br />

followed me. Our Column ran parallel to <strong>the</strong> enemy about<br />

3,000 yards apart for 40 miles, with my O.P. a moving<br />

sandwich in between. Each shelled <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r column<br />

desultorily all day—<strong>the</strong>y obviously thought we were a<br />

strong force—damn lucky—and that and <strong>the</strong> following<br />

night we (and <strong>the</strong> Hun) knew we were surrounded. Planes<br />

looked for us with flares, and we watched enemy Very<br />

lights going up in all directions. We did two desperate<br />

night marches right through <strong>the</strong>m. Every finger on trigger<br />

(I stood with 100 rounds Bren out of <strong>the</strong> top of G.H. and<br />

three bombs in my greatcoat pockets).<br />

As we had been dive-bombed, machine-gunned and<br />

shelled all day (and for days past), found <strong>the</strong> old nerves<br />

getting a bit frayed. Effort required to keep one's voice<br />

steady and to appear cool when one's Ack. points out "that<br />

<strong>the</strong> shell which had just burst behind one's Command Post<br />

completes <strong>the</strong> verified short bracket" needs experiencing<br />

(especially as you know it damn well did!).<br />

We got back; we stabilised; we refitted; we dug in; we<br />

had a visit from <strong>the</strong> C.R.A., <strong>the</strong> C.O., <strong>the</strong> Brigadier, <strong>the</strong><br />

General (only he didn't turn up). We have been issued with<br />

brand new guns and have been practising "On and Off" all<br />

day in anticipation of <strong>the</strong> usual brain baffling which must<br />

be done now.—Talk of <strong>the</strong> Devil. Here it is—"Return of all<br />

men experienced in concrete."<br />

Regret no time for more,<br />

JOHN

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