Category Archives: 1942/03

I organise a shooting party, but about 50 chaps with rifles come, and naturally we see nought. The guide, a BFF Hawaldar, fires the bush to drive stuff out but I don’t see it. Yesterday we go and examine the … Continue reading →

China! We leave Laskio (Pierce and self and one Merritt of 17 sqn), and drive to Loiwing. We camp on the road the first night, light a fire and broach a case of beer. Bully, cheese and dry biscuits fried … Continue reading →

We drive on up to Laskio. A beautiful drive and a good river near Hsipaw where I would like to camp for a bit. Laskio has changed a bit.  More buildings and its full of the Chinese Army. Prices have … Continue reading →

I go down to get into my a/c and see them all running for the bushes so I run too, and over comes another raid. It is followed by a dozen ’97’s’ turning and twisting like birds behind one another … Continue reading →

45 sqn Blenheims and 17 sqn Hurricanes as escort go off at dawn to bomb Mingaladon. The PRU brought home some pictures showing aircraft all over the runways. They get attacked before their run up and all the way back … Continue reading →

I go on operations again. Hilton and I fly to Park Lane, the Prome landing ground, and then try an R/T test with the army on milestone 135 (north of Zigon); the R/T fails, so I go off and do … Continue reading →

We go to Yenangyaung a couple of times to swim, and yesterday hit a black partridge on the way home. Moule arrives from the front to be Paddy’s stooge. On Friday 13th I take off in a Hurricane and wonder … Continue reading →

Neil Elliot takes me to Akyab as second pilot on his Lockheed 12a, rather like driving a car. I see 136 Squadron and do (yesterday afternoon and this morning and afternoon) 18 landings on the Mark 1 Hurricane, eventually doing … Continue reading →

Parry-Keene says I am to stay here and that he won’t promote me if India won’t. Some drinking with Lakri Wood, Neil Elliot and Dudley Withers who turns up here. Yesterday Lakri and I drive out to Yenangyaung, the BOC … Continue reading →

AOC says I need a rest but I’m not allowed one and have to do silly jobs in the Lysanders. I take one Mr Scott of the Forestry Department to Zigon, a damn small place, and back. I can’t even … Continue reading →