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- actiondesksheffield
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- D. Howard Woodcock
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- (Kohima/Imphal) Burma - Mandalay Road.
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- Army
- Article ID:听
- A8766615
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- 23 January 2006
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Bill Ross of the 鈥楢ction Desk 鈥 Sheffield鈥 Team on behalf of D. Howard Woodcock, and has been added to the site with his permission. Mr. Woodcock fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
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Now, the last big battle I was in was the assault over the Irrawaddy, and we did a three battalion assault, the Worcesters, the Camerons and the Royal Works Fusiliers. I was sent over with the Worcesters. They were going across during the night, and they got out into the river which was about a mile wide, and some of the boats sank because they were old boats, weren鈥檛 properly waterproofed and others that got out in the middle were badly shot up and they never got across; the Worcesters never got anybody over. I was immediately switched over to the Camerons. I got across in daylight with the Camerons. One company went across in front. They had casualties in every boat, their company commander was killed, their medical officer was killed and I came across in the second wave and we didn鈥檛 have anybody hit in our boat, we were very lucky. In front of us and behind us, people were hit.
We got over onto the other bank and the War Diary, our official diary says, 鈥淐aptain Woodcock sent a report in, that the Camerons were being attacked on three sides.鈥 It was all a bit unpleasant to start with, but we dug in, we dug deep trenches and I thought we would be alright for the night. I fired the artillery, the defensive fire tasks and that sort of thing, but I got a message during the night. The Japs had some machine guns which the artillery had been trying to knock out and they鈥檇 been the machine guns that had caused all the casualties. I got orders that I had to go out with a platoon that night, crawl along the river bank along the top, get close to the enemy position to identify it, but not too close, so that I could shell it the next morning without any problems to myself. So we did just that; we heard the Japanese talking and they didn鈥檛 know we were there. The next morning when it became dawn, I registered the guns on this Japanese position and all morning, I fired a mixture of smoke and high explosive, and not one machine gun fired. The rest of the division came across in swarms, in boats that day. The attack swung left towards Mandalay and the Camerons held the bridgehead and by this time of course, there was no problem at all.
Just before lunch, this young Cameron platoon commander said to me, 鈥淭hat tree, do you think if you went up there, you would see something?鈥 Well I knew it was a foolish thing to do, but I wasn鈥檛 going to look chicken in front of a young Cameron 鈥 he was only a young fella, at least two years younger than I. Of course, once a Cameron, always a Cameron. I climbed this tree to about twelve feet, up branches. Anyway, that was serving no purpose, I鈥檇 kept the guns quiet and why keep risking my own life? The tea was ready 鈥 corned beef. It was always corned beef or sardines. I slid down the tree into the trench, and suddenly the tree was raked with machine gun fire; leaves and branches were falling off it. I said to this guy, 鈥淚t鈥檚 your turn after lunch.鈥 He didn鈥檛 do that but what he did do was to send a patrol out and found that the enemy had withdrawn; after they鈥檇 fired some grenades, they鈥檇 withdrawn from the position, leaving chaos and carnage behind, but we鈥檇 done our job. Then the colonel sent me back across the river.
I came over with the regiment three days later, and went out with the fusiliers for the next few days, but then there was a big attack going round the south and the other troop commander went out with his party to support the Welsh Fusiliers. The attack had just started when a shell landed right among his party, they were all hit and Signaller Bill Gomme, a wonderful signaller, had a leg blown off and it took him too long to die. He died screaming for his mother. This is war 鈥 horrible. I was immediately told to go and replace him, which I did, then we got shelled. I took my carrier up a hill because I didn鈥檛 want to take it over the top to join the Royal Welsh. You never go over a crest. I stopped the carrier and I walked up, I had gone about ten yards when in the middle of the track we were going up, was a mine. If we鈥檇 gone another ten yards, we鈥檇 have gone up with the mine.
I joined the Royal Welsh and that night, I was sent out with a platoon to cut a Jap line of communication. I was sent out on a course and I was flown back into India. On the way back into Burma, I heard that the regiment had been withdrawn and we were going to be taken to India 鈥 my war had finished, but two days before they were withdrawn, my Battery Commander, Wilfred Foster was killed, and that really shook me, and when I flew back in, I really felt rotten. I remember putting my head in my hands and saying to myself what I always said, I used to repeat those words time and time again through the battle, "I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year, 鈥橤ive me a light, that I can walk safely into the unknown.鈥 He replied, 鈥榃alk out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God, that should be to you better than a light and safer than a known way.鈥欌 I always used to close my eyes and say this when I got a moment and all sorts of things were happening. It was all that I could do, all I could do was pray. And of course, I was going back to my troop, I was going back to my gunners, I knew I wouldn鈥檛 let them down.
Eventually, because the time was getting on, we found we were going to come home, and I was offered the job of Battery Commander on a regular commission, to stay with the regiment, which was still in the Far East, of the Second Division after the end of the war.
In 1991, when I went back to the cemetery at Kohima Ridge, where our regiment had twenty five people buried, we had a chap with us, aged forty five, and he was totally inconsolable as he knelt at the grave of the father he鈥檇 never seen.
Of the six Forward Observation Officers we鈥檇 had in the regiment, we had three killed and three wounded. The odds weren鈥檛 all that good were they?
In York, we have a replica of our memorial in the Cloister Gardens. As you face the Minster, as you go in the gardens on the left, you can see all these cloisters with all the battle honours of the Second Division, Waterloo, Balaclava, all these things, and of course, proudly in the middle, Kohima. The Queen Mother unveiled that, and when we had the silence, all we could hear was a blackbird singing. There were about six or seven hundred veterans there, and a lone piper walking up behind the Memorial, playing 鈥楲ament Of The Heroes Of Kohima鈥, and the Camerons, in their full kits and rigout, were sobbing their hearts out; very very moving. It鈥檚 worth going to have a look at next time you鈥檙e in York. And so, we go back to our war memorial at Kohima. You have to remember, this is in India, where the big battles were fought. It wasn鈥檛 until we got over the Chindwin that we were in Burma, and the battles were nowhere near as tough. Kohima was the big battle, and Imphal. I鈥檓 sure most have heard those words before, translated from the Greek into English verse: 鈥淲hen you go home, tell them of us and say, 鈥楩or your tomorrow, we gave our today.鈥欌 One and a quarter thousand of our division are lying buried behind in the cemetery, and that鈥檚 the thought I want to leave you with. We have to look after our tomorrows and we鈥檝e got to pass all the knowledge of remembrance down to our children and our children鈥檚 children. It鈥檚 vital to remember these people who gave us freedom by sacrificing their own lives; a priceless legacy of freedom. It鈥檚 not just a thousand of the Second Division there, in two world wars, it鈥檚 actually two and a half million British and Commonwealth men and women. It makes one very humble and it makes one wonder what we鈥檝e done with all the tomorrows we鈥檝e had, particularly since the last war.
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