General Harding was the’ C in C’ (Commander in Chief) of the MELF (Middle East Land Forces) and each regiment in the Canal Zone took it in turns to do guard duty. One night when it was our turn, I was on guard at the rear of the Headquarters; I was told there was a searchlight available to scan the area. The first time I touched it I got a hell of a shock and it was a case of once bitten twice shy, so I didn’t touch that again and made do without the aid of the extra light. I actually spent a great deal of the evening watching the bigwigs playing snooker through the large patio doors. A few years later, during the uprising, I remember watching terrorists storm that very same building on the TV. |
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Don’t mess with the nurses! |
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Learning the ‘Lingo’ Many of our evenings were spent with Busty, who was one of the camps shopkeepers, we would sit in his tent listening to his radio; he used to translate the programmes for us from Arabic to English. It was good in two ways, as we used to find out what all the latest news was, but we also managed to learn some of the Egyptian language from him too. One of the first things he taught us was how to count up to ten: |
One - Wahed |
Six – Setta |
A few other words that I remember were ‘Saeeda Effendi’, which means ‘Hello Friend’, ‘Mafeesh Much’, meaning ‘No Brains’. ‘Inter’ means ‘You’, ‘Bint’ means ‘Female’. A ‘Dhobi Wallah’ was ‘Laundry Worker’, ‘Aeewa’ meant ‘Yes’ and ‘La’ was ‘No’. I know he taught us a lot more than that, but that is all that I can still remember. I can still recall us all sat together in Busty’s tent listening to the Freddie Mills v Joey Maxim boxing match in January 1950, it was Freddies last fight and Maxim knocked him out in the 10th round. Another fight we listened to together in 1950 was when Lee Savold stopped Bruce Woodcock, the Yorkshire man, in four rounds. |
Sun, Sand and Cigarettes |
A '50' tin of Woodbines cost us 1/3d, that's 15p in today's money |
He says they are keeping him going in more ways than one! Nobby will be 83 this year (2008), a fellow Yorkshire man, a good friend to me in Egypt and still is. He has recently related a story to me that he and his father both served on the Normandy landings together on D-Day in 1944. They were in different regiments but said he used to be able to contact his Dad and regularly visited him in his dug-out for a tot of whisky or two, what a character and what a memory! Other incidents... |
Another rumor that actually did end up being true happened in August 1950. We had noticed that workmen had started to build scaffold between our camp and the Gebel Shabrawit Mountain (The Flea), and on asking what it was for we were informed that it was in readiness for a hanging. We were of course very surprised that hangings were still carried out, but the whole truth of the matter was to shock us even more. On the 31st of August 1950 a British soldier was hung there, he was a gunner from the UA/ Tank Battery Royal Artillery and he was just 22 years of age. The official report stated that "He was hung by judicial process by the British authorities for the murder of an Egyptian taxi driver during the attempted theft of a motor vehicle. This statement can be verified on the Suez Veterans website. |
My weekly wage was £ 1/10 shillings, £1/50p today, and I had to stand to attention and salute the paymaster for that! |
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Most of the other troopships I had seen in photographs had two or three and were always a lot smarter looking. Once we were on board, my confidence didn’t grow! It didn’t look any better than it did from a distance and there didn't seem to be a lot of room on deck. |
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On the dock side, there was the usual crowd of Egyptian boys waiting for us to throw pennies into the water so that they could dive in and retrieve them before they reached the bottom; it was obviously the same group of boys who looked for every ship that came in and went out, I even recognized one of them, I remembered him from he day I arrived two years ago, back then I remember him shouting up to us “My father is Jock McGreggor”, I wondered if he was going to shout it again, but he didn’t. As well as the boys, there was also a group of peddlers in their boats who kept circling us, after all when a ship is leaving; it is their last chance at selling their leather goods and watches to that particular group of soldiers. |
Well what an education it was, I am still convinced that travel is the best form of education, Since then I have preached this to my children and their children, travel as much and whenever you can. But for that moment, my next trip was not to take me on a new adventure to places new, it was to take me home, two years older, two years wiser and very anxious to meet up with Dorothy again after two years of not seeing her, we had stayed in touch throughout my time away in Egypt and her letters from home had kept me going in times of severe homesickness. I simply couldn’t wait to see her now. I thought I had pulled a fast one when I was the first to find the bathroom, I filled the bath and jumped in, eager to get the sand off me, but after about a quarter of an hour of trying, I had still failed to get the soap into a lather to get rid of the sand and smell of Egypt, I eventually gave it up as a bad job. It wasn’t until I was back on deck and mentioned it to the others that I found out that you needed to use special soap for salt water. Unlike the Westralia we were all allocated jobs for the duration of the journey to Liverpool. My job was below deck in the bar, at opening times I had to make sure that the tables were full of pint glasses all ready and filled with orange squash and then take care of orders as they came in. As it turned out I had one of the best jobs on board as I was always busy and the time just seemed to go by really quickly. I think the journey to Liverpool took us about eight to ten days, but I can’t remember exactly so if anyone took that same trip and can remember, please let me know. The Mediterranean was very placid and the weather was warm as we made our way past the narrow stretch of water between Sicily and Tunisia, the lights of Algiers were the next landmark to look for on our left. As we approached the Straits of Gibraltar, the weather started to get colder and as we turned right and sailed north up the Atlantic past the Portuguese coast on our right we all started to wonder what the notorious Bay of Biscay would have in store for us. But, surprise surprise, the Bay of Biscay was like the proverbial mill pond, thank the lord for that, I didn't want another dose of the sea-sickness I had in the Adriatic when I was on my way out to Egypt aboard the Westralia. |
We didn’t have anytime to celebrate being back on English soil again as we were quickly whisked away on a train to Woolwich Royal Artillery Barracks, back to where our journey to Egypt had started out from nearly two years ago. |
Above - The Festival of Britain - Dome of Discovery Below - One of the rides at Battersea Park and Fireworks over the Thames |
I visited all these attractions with my mates and count myself very lucky to have been in the right place at the right time as back in those days I could never have afforded a trip to London. The Festival of Britain was in deed a fabulous experience and was a great way to end our long journey back from Egypt. But as fabulous as it was, the best was still yet to come! |
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