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20 Battalion<lb/>
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            <name key="name-018379" type="person">W. A. GLUE</name>
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          <docDate>1957</docDate>
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        <p rend="indent">‘Men, we are going forward tonight to take <name key="name-003368" type="place">Belhamed</name> and open
the way to <name key="name-001400" type="place">Tobruk</name>. This is the crisis of the battle. We have 6000
yards to go (there were some gasps) and after 4000 yards we will
have to fight our way. We will go straight in with bayonet and
bomb and nothing will stop us. I know you will keep high the name
of the 20th. And men, I wish you all Good Luck, every man of you.’</p>
        <p rend="right">—<name key="name-208411" type="person">Lt-Col H. K. Kippenberger</name>, speaking to the battalion before the attack on <name key="name-003368" type="place">Belhamed</name>, night 25–26 November 1941.</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘And from now on discipline is going to be tightened up, so there'll
be no more “Groob”, “Baldy”, or “Grand-dad” out of you lot. It'll
be “Sar'-Major” in future!'</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘Christ, <hi rend="i">that</hi> shows how serious it is!’ said the company runner.</p>
        <p rend="indent">—WO II H. L. Grooby, C Company, breaking the news of the
evacuation of <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> to Company Headquarters, <date when="1941-04-22">22 April 1941</date>.</p>
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        <p>The authors of the volumes in this series of histories prepared under
the supervision of the <name key="name-110027" type="organisation">War History Branch</name> of the Department of
Internal Affairs have been given full access to official documents.
They and the Editor-in-Chief are responsible for the statements
made and the views expressed by them.</p>
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          <hi rend="sc">By <name key="name-207994" type="person">Lieutenant-General the Lord Freyberg</name>,<lb/>
vc, gcmg, kcb, kbe, dso</hi>
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        <p><hi rend="sc">I feel</hi> it is an honour as well as being a great pleasure to
write a foreword to the History of this fine infantry battalion.
The 20th Battalion was raised, trained, and commanded by
<name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel, later General Sir Howard, Kippenberger</name>; it came
away from New Zealand with the <name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name> and went to
Egypt, where it saw continuous active service from <date when="1940">1940</date> right
through the war to the capture of <name key="name-001410" type="place">Trieste</name> in <date when="1945">1945</date>. It took part
in the campaign in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, and later in the disastrous battles to
save the island of Crete.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Under the command of Colonel Burrows, the Battalion fought
valiantly to recapture the <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> airfield, in the dour fighting
for <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>, and in the counter-attack at 42nd Street, in each
case with great distinction.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Its next campaign, after <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>, was fought in <name key="name-001027" type="place">Libya</name> in ‘Operation <hi rend="sc">crusader</hi>’ when the Division marched to attack the Panzer
Army and by its actions undoubtedly saved <name key="name-001400" type="place">Tobruk</name>. The Battalion fought at <name key="name-004266" type="place">Menastir</name>, Bir Chleta, and <name key="name-003368" type="place">Belhamed</name>, where it
met disaster. After the Libyan campaign the Division moved
to <name key="name-003449" type="place">Syria</name>. When Rommel captured <name key="name-001400" type="place">Tobruk</name> in <date when="1942-06">June 1942</date>, the
New Zealand Division was moved back quickly to the Western
Desert and took part in the heavy fighting right back to the
<name key="name-010927" type="place">Alamein</name> line, including the disastrous Battle of Ruweisat.</p>
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        <p rend="indent">At this stage the Battalion went back to <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name>, to be converted
to an Armoured Regiment.</p>
        <p rend="indent">When the Division moved to <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name> we took with us our
Armoured Brigade, and in <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name> 20 Regiment fought right
through to the finish of the war, at <name key="name-001410" type="place">Trieste</name>, in <date when="1945-05">May 1945</date>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">It is of interest to note that this Battalion turned out many
first-class senior officers: men of the calibre of Jim Burrows,
Fountaine, <name key="name-009333" type="person">Fairbrother</name>, and of course Charlie Upham. This
was undoubtedly due to the inspiration of their original commander. Colonels McKergow, Ferguson, Purcell, and Robinson commanded the Armoured Regiment with distinction.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Battalion had the distinction of winning three VCs–-
Charlie Upham, VC, in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>, Bar at Ruweisat, and Hinton at
<name key="name-003947" type="place">Kalamata</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">This is the story of a fine unit, and I hope it will be widely
read by many people, not only in New Zealand but also in the
Old Country.</p>
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            <date when="1956-11-07">7 November 1956</date>
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        <head>Preface</head>
        <p><hi rend="sc">This</hi>, and I quote <name key="name-018637" type="person">Dave Pringle</name>, one of the joint authors, this
is the history of the 20th, by men of the 20th, collected and
collated by him and by <name key="name-018379" type="person">Bill Glue</name>, ‘both of whom had the
privilege of serving in the 20th’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The 20th, throughout its life, was known as a happy unit.
It met, in the earlier days, more than its share of misfortunes,
cruelly heavy losses in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>, black disasters on <name key="name-003368" type="place">Belhamed</name> and
on <name key="name-001291" type="place">Ruweisat Ridge</name>. But its spirit never changed or faltered,
traditions grew, were fostered by the surviving ‘old hands’ and
absorbed by those who took the places of the dead, the wounded
and those enduring the years as prisoners of war. It lives now
only in the hearts and memories of those who once were proud
to be 20th.</p>
        <p rend="indent">This book has been prepared with care and pride. <name key="name-018637" type="person">Dave
Pringle</name> worked on it for years, almost to a breakdown. When
he was forced to admit that he could not go on, <name key="name-018379" type="person">Bill Glue</name>, an
‘original 20th’, took it on (from <name key="name-001187" type="place">Orsogna</name>) in addition to his
heavy duties as Sub-Editor of the War Histories. Each gave all
he had to this work. It is, as <name key="name-018637" type="person">Pringle</name> remarks, characteristic of
the enduring 20th spirit that almost every man who was asked
for information, or for his recollections, gave his help freely and
often at great personal inconvenience. From <date when="1944">1944</date> on George
Robson took immense pains to gather information. Basil Borthwick has made a great contribution, as was to be expected.
These two, with Pat Barton and Shirley Hodson, are the chief
of ‘a host of good fellows, most of whose contributions are
acknowledged in the text’ by quotations from their letters and
diaries.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Thanks are also due to Miss Joan Williams, who prepared
the index, arranged the illustrations and took on her shoulders
much of the routine sub-editorial work of the <name key="name-110027" type="organisation">War History
Branch</name> while <name key="name-018379" type="person">Bill Glue</name> ‘was immersed in the history’. The
maps were drawn by the Cartographic Branch of the Lands
and Survey Department and done with care and accuracy.</p>
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        <p rend="indent">Completion of this history, and now I am speaking as a 20th,
in a way ends a chapter in our lives. The great days and the
bitter days, the faithful comradeship, the humour and the
tragedy, the high dedicated endeavour are all in the past.
Something of them is here recorded.</p>
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died <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>, <date when="1957-05-05">5 May 1957</date></head>
        <p><hi rend="sc">I have</hi> sometimes been asked by people who knew Kip only in
Peace, knew only the military historian, the quietly-spoken,
shy, retiring scholar, just what were the qualities he possessed
that made him so beloved of the men he commanded in War.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Upon reflection I believe Kip's words in the Preface to this
book partly answer the question. He speaks of ‘high dedicated
endeavour’, and I think this phrase not only supplies the key
to Kip's character, but helps to explain why men so completely
believed in him.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the first place we trusted Kip because we felt that here was
one who had dedicated himself completely and absolutely to
the task ahead. He was a true soldier, with the true soldier's
regard for his men. I do not think he was ambitious in the sense
that personal advancement meant everything. He was ambitious for the Battalion, the Brigade, the Division. He was so
completely absorbed in the military picture that as an individual he counted for little.</p>
        <p>Such absorption to the complete exclusion of his welfare, his
own personal safety, made men realise that here was one who
thought more of them than of himself. In action he would go
wherever his presence was necessary, and when Kip arrived
with time always for a friendly word for the men and encouraging advice for the officer, the effect on morale was immediate.</p>
        <p rend="indent">He loved his men. He knew them individually. He was proud
of their reputation. Praise for the Battalion he passed on to
others. Censure or criticism from above he kept to himself.</p>
        <p rend="indent">His standards were high, discipline good. He never resorted
to loud shouting or table thumping, nor were his punishments
severe. Men in detention were of no use to the Battalion. Men
who had been treated fairly but leniently became good soldiers.
Kip believed that discipline would never be a problem in a
unit where administration was sound and leadership good.</p>
        <pb xml:id="nxii" n="xii"/>
        <p rend="indent">Kip's flair for soldiering took him to high commands, but
he never lost the common touch, never lost contact with the
men. His wounds and war experiences must have seared his
soul, but his simplicity, his humour and his humanity remained
unchanged.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In Kip's own words, this history records the high endeavour
of the 20th; but his own high endeavour is recorded in our
hearts.</p>
        <closer>
          <signed rend="right">
            <hi rend="sc">J. T. Burrows</hi>
          </signed>
        </closer>
      </div>
      <pb xml:id="nxiii" n="xiii"/>
      <div xml:id="f8" type="contents">
        <head>Contents</head>
        <p>
          <table rows="31" cols="3">
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell/>
              <cell rend="right">
                <hi rend="i">Page</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">foreword</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#nvii">vii</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">preface</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#nix">ix</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">obituary: <name key="name-208411" type="person">major-general sir howard kippenberger</name></hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#nxi">xi</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">1</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">formation and training in new zealand</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n1">1</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">2</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">journey from new zealand to egypt</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n11">11</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">3</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">training in egypt</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n18">18</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">4</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">the campaign in greece</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n38">38</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">5</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">crete</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n95">95</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">6</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">rebuilding the battalion</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n151">151</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">7</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">campaign in libya</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n168">168</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">8</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">rebuilding after battle</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n212">212</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">9</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">syria</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n218">218</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">10</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">return to the desert</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n227">227</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">11</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">ruweisat ridge</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n244">244</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">12</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">infantry to armour</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n288">288</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">13</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">farewell to maadi</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n304">304</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">14</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">the battle for orsogna</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n323">323</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">15</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">cassino</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n365">365</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">16</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">to avezzano</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n418">418</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">17</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">to florence</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n443">443</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">18</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">from florence to the savio</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n476">476</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">19</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">winter on the senio</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n521">521</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">20</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">the last lap</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n549">549</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="right">21</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">‘this is yugoslavia’</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n595">595</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">roll of honour</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n603">603</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">summary of casualties</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n613">613</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">honours and awards</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n614">614</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">commanding officers</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n615">615</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">victoria cross citations: capt c. h. upham and sgt j. d. hinton</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n617">617</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="sc">index</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n621">621</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
          </table>
        </p>
      </div>
      <pb xml:id="nxiv" n="xiv"/>
      <div xml:id="f9" type="illustration">
        <head>List of Illustrations</head>
        <p>
          <table rows="73" cols="2">
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Frontispiece</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>En route to the <name key="name-024430" type="place">Western Desert</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">F. J. Bain</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Following page <ref target="#n82">82</ref></hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Enlisting, <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1939-09">September 1939</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Green and Hahn, <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name></hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Section post, <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Green and Hahn</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Original officers of 20 Battalion</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">S. A. Bremford, <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name></hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Battalion lines, Cave</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">L. W. Jackson collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>C Company on route march at Cave, <date when="1939-11">November 1939</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">B. J. Mathewson collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Farewell parade, <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1940-01">January 1940</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Green and Hahn</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>On board the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> at <name key="name-029248" type="place">Lyttelton</name>, <date when="1940-01-05">5 January 1940</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Green and Hahn</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>On the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">L. W. Jackson collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Arrival at <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name>, <date when="1940-02">February 1940</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">G. Lawrence</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>20 Battalion Band</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Wadi Tib, <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. R. Buli)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Meal time on a B Company exercise</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. T. Burrows collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Carrying Italian prisoners of war, <date when="1940-12">December 1940</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. T. Burrows collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>River-crossing exercise, <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name>, <date when="1941-02">February 1941</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">D. J. Fountaine collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Entraining for <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, <name key="name-000961" type="place">Ikingi Maryut</name>, <date when="1941-03">March 1941</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. T. Burrows collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Following page <ref target="#n114">114</ref></hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Reconnaissance group, <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">R. D. B. Paterson collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-003953" type="place">Katerini</name>
              </cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">C. W. Hawkins</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name> village</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">E. J. Townley collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Pioneers at Lava</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">E. V. Gabites collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lieutenant Upham at <name key="name-004004" type="place">Kriekouki</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i"><name key="name-208411" type="person">H. K. Kippenberger</name> collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <pb xml:id="nxv" n="xv"/>
            <row>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>
              </cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i"><name key="name-208411" type="person">H. K. Kippenberger</name> collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>A group of 20 battalion officers in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">C. E. Thomas collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>The counter-attack on <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> airfield</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">E. V. Gabites collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Junkers 52s dropping paratroops, <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">E. K. S. Rowe</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>C Company platoons at <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i"><name key="name-208411" type="person">H. K. Kippenberger</name> collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Battalion area in the <name key="name-003303" type="place">Baggush Box</name>, <date when="1941-11">November 1941</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">W. A. Hudson collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Padre Spence conducts church parade</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. S. Harper</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Sgt J. D. Hinton, VC</cell>
              <cell/>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-208411" type="person">Lt-Col Kippenberger</name> and Lt Upham at <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i"><name key="name-208411" type="person">H. K. Kippenberger</name> collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lt Upham's platoon, <date when="1941-10">October 1941</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (M. D. Elias)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Awaiting orders on a desert exercise</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">E. R. Chesterman collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>German prisoners, <name key="name-004266" type="place">Menastir</name>, <date when="1941-11">November 1941</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">A. Rawlings collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Following page <ref target="#n378">378</ref></hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Attack at Bir el Chleta</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. S. Harper</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>20 Battalion RAP, Bir el Chleta</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i"><name key="name-208411" type="person">H. K. Kippenberger</name> collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lunch on the way to <name key="name-003449" type="place">Syria</name>, <date when="1942-03-04">4 March 1942</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i"><name key="name-018637" type="person">D. J. C. Pringle</name> collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Pioneers in <name key="name-003449" type="place">Syria</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. A. T. Shand collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-208411" type="person">Brigadier Kippenberger</name> points out enemy positions
near the <name key="name-010927" type="place">Alamein</name> line</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. T. Burrows collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>C Company cookhouse during a move before
the <name key="name-001291" type="place">Ruweisat Ridge</name> attack</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">E. J. Townley collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-003131" type="organisation">20 Armoured Regiment</name> officers, <date when="1943">1943</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. F. Phillips collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>C Squadron moves to Burg el Arab</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. C. Denham collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-001187" type="place">Orsogna</name>
              </cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">British Official</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Tank positions, <name key="name-001187" type="place">Orsogna</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">G. N. Blatchford collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-001638" type="place">Cassino</name>, the German view of the town and valley</cell>
              <cell/>
            </row>
            <pb xml:id="nxvi" n="xvi"/>
            <row>
              <cell>C Squadron officers, <name key="name-001638" type="place">Cassino</name>, <date when="1944-03">March 1944</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. F. Moodie</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009248" type="place">Albaneta House</name>
              </cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. F. Moodie</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>On the advance to <name key="name-000842" type="place">Florence</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. F. Kaye)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Looking towards <name key="name-000842" type="place">Florence</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. F. Kaye)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">Following page <ref target="#n410">410</ref></hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Tank crew ‘boils up’ during the advance to <name key="name-000842" type="place">Florence</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. F. Kaye)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Tiger <hi rend="i">v</hi>. Sherman</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>T2 recovery tank freeing a Sherman</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">V. C. Lea collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>By-passing a demolition north of <name key="name-001263" type="place">Rimini</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. C. Montgomery</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-000830" type="place">Faenza</name> area, looking towards the <name key="name-027664" type="place">Senio</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. K. Burtt</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Farmhouse occupied by tank troops and infantry</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">G. E. Taylor</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Sherman gunline on the <name key="name-027664" type="place">Senio</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. F. Kaye)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>20 Regiment officers at <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. N. Overton collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Maintenance, <name key="name-000830" type="place">Faenza</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">G. Baker collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>C Squadron conference before the attack on the <name key="name-027664" type="place">Senio</name>, <date when="1945-04-09">9 April 1945</date></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. F. Moodie collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>25 Battalion infantry and tanks advance towards the <name key="name-120187" type="place">Santerno</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">G. E. Pritchard</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Tanks waiting at the <name key="name-120179" type="place">Adige</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. F. Kaye)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>A Squadron on the road to <name key="name-001410" type="place">Trieste</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. C. Denham collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Tanks and Yugoslav infantry surround the Law Courts, <name key="name-001410" type="place">Trieste</name></cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">V. C. Lea collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Brig J. T. Burrows</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. R. Bull)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lt-Col D. J. Fountaine</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i"><name key="name-208411" type="person">H. K. Kippenberger</name> collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lt-Col J. W. McKergow</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. R. Bull)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lt-Col J. B. Ferguson</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. B. Ferguson collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lt-Col H. A. Purcell</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">J. F. Phillips collection</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lt-Col H. A. Robinson</cell>
              <cell>
                <hi rend="i">NZ Army (G. F. Kaye)</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
          </table>
        </p>
      </div>
      <pb xml:id="nxvii" n="xvii"/>
      <div xml:id="f10" type="map">
        <head>List of Maps</head>
        <p>
          <table rows="43" cols="2">
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell rend="right">
                <hi rend="i">Facing page</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Egypt and <name key="name-003430" type="place">Cyrenaica</name></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n15">15</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n49">49</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n115">115</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Central and Eastern Mediterranean</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n181">181</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-010927" type="place">El Alamein</name>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n247">247</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Southern Italy</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n313">313</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Northern Italy</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n443">443</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="center">
                <hi rend="i">In text</hi>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <hi rend="i">Page</hi>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Battalion positions, <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n45">45</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>4 Brigade positions at the <name key="name-001325" type="place">Servia Pass</name>, 10–17 April 1941</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n51">51</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>4 Brigade rearguard in the <name key="name-003514" type="place">Kriekouki Pass</name></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n66">66</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>4 Brigade positions, <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>, <date when="1941-04-27">27 April 1941</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n70">70</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>The battle for <name key="name-003947" type="place">Kalamata</name> waterfront, 28–29 April 1941</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n78">78</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>10 Brigade positions, <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n99">99</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Counter-attack on <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> airfield, <date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n106">106</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>, 7 p.m., <date when="1941-05-25">25 May 1941</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n130">130</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>C Company action with enemy patrol, <name key="name-004697" type="place">Sfakia</name></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n142">142</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Cutting the <name key="name-000620" type="place">Bardia</name>-<name key="name-001400" type="place">Tobruk</name> road</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n169">169</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Attack at Bir el Chleta, <date when="1941-11-24">24 November 1941</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n175">175</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Night advance to <name key="name-003368" type="place">Belhamed</name>, 25–26 November 1941</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n180">180</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-003368" type="place">Belhamed</name>, <date when="1941-12-01">1 December 1941</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n196">196</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Eastern Mediterranean</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n219">219</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><hi rend="i"><name key="name-000874" type="organisation">21 Panzer Division</name></hi> encircles <name key="name-001096" type="place">Minqar Qaim</name>, <date when="1942-06-27">27 June 1942</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n233">233</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-001291" type="place">Ruweisat Ridge</name>, dawn <date when="1942-07-15">15 July 1942</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n259">259</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>20 Battalion positions on Ruweisat, <date when="1942-07-15">15 July 1942</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n261">261</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <pb xml:id="nxviii" n="xviii"/>
            <row>
              <cell>Roads and landmarks in <name key="name-016486" type="place">Sangro River</name> area</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n320">320</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>5 Brigade's attack, <name key="name-001187" type="place">Orsogna</name>, <date when="1943-12-15">15 December 1943</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n326">326</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>C Squadron's advance towards <name key="name-001187" type="place">Orsogna</name>, <date when="1943-12-15">15 December 1943</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n332">332</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Attacks and counter-attacks, <date when="1943-12-16">16 December 1943</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n339">339</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>5 Brigade's attack, <date when="1943-12-24">24 December 1943</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n351">351</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-001638" type="place">Cassino</name>
              </cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n375">375</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>The advance to <name key="name-009248" type="place">Albaneta House</name>, <date when="1944-03-19">19 March 1944</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n378">378</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><name key="name-001638" type="place">Cassino</name> to <name key="name-002867" type="place">Avezzano</name></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n422">422</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>‘Tiger Country’ –<name key="name-001296" type="place">San Casciano</name> to <name key="name-000842" type="place">Florence</name></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n448">448</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>B Squadron's attack at <name key="name-018505" type="place">Monaldini</name>, <date when="1944-09-14">14 September 1944</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n482">482</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>The advance to the Fontanaccia, 23–24 September 1944</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n488">488</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>From the Fontanaccia to the <name key="name-120176" type="place">Uso</name>, 24–26 September 1944</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n494">494</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>4 Armoured Brigade's attack to the <name key="name-026597" type="place">Savio</name>, 19–20 October 1944</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n512">512</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>6 Brigade's advance, <date when="1944-12-19">19 December 1944</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n530">530</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>The regiment's advance to the Sillaro, 10–14 April 1945</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n556">556</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>From the <name key="name-027664" type="place">Senio</name> to the <name key="name-120179" type="place">Adige</name>, 9–27 April 1945</cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n570">570</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>The Brenta bridge action, <date when="1945-04-29">29 April 1945</date></cell>
              <cell rend="right">
                <ref target="#n584">584</ref>
              </cell>
            </row>
          </table>
        </p>
        <p rend="center">
          <hi rend="i">The occupations given in the biographical footnotes are those on enlistment.</hi>
          <hi rend="i">The ranks are those held on discharge or at the date of death.</hi>
        </p>
      </div>
    </front>
    <body xml:id="t1-body">
      <pb xml:id="n1" n="1"/>
      <div xml:id="c1" type="chapter">
        <head>CHAPTER 1<lb/>
Formation and Training in New Zealand</head>
        <p><hi rend="sc">On</hi><date when="1939-10-05">5 October 1939</date> the <name key="name-036461" type="place">South Island</name> men of the <name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name> 
entered camp at <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name>. For many it had been a strenuous day. A long train or bus journey with banging doors, popping crown-tops, rollicking songs, and boisterous laughter ended 
abruptly at a plantation of bluegum trees with the only attempt 
at marching that could be expected under the circumstances.</p>
        <p rend="indent">It is given to few men to be prophetic, and correct. It may 
have been intuition, pride, or his ability to judge men, but as 
the long column of train-weary volunteers, some of them dishevelled and far from sober, trudged past him into camp their 
future commanding officer remarked to a subaltern standing 
near him, ‘This is going to be the best infantry in the world.’ 
A bold prophecy, and one that would have to depend for proof 
of its truth on the most impartial judge of all—the future enemy 
in the field.</p>
        <p rend="indent">To arrive in camp was sufficient for the first day. After being 
given their regimental numbers, in many cases promptly forgotten, the men were fed and bedded down in stretchers which 
had been made, for the first and only time in their army lives, 
by those who were to be their future officers and non-commissioned officers.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Next day the eight hundred volunteers for the infantry were 
grouped to form what was known at the time as the 3rd Rifle 
Battalion, later to become the 20th Infantry Battalion. It was 
commanded by <name key="name-208411" type="person">Lieutenant-Colonel H. K. Kippenberger</name>,<note xml:id="fn1-1" n="1"><p><name key="name-208411" type="person">Maj-Gen Sir Howard Kippenberger</name>, KBE, CB, DSO and bar, ED, m.i.d.,
Legion of Merit (US); <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>; born Ladbrooks, <date when="1897-01-28">28 Jan 1897</date>; barrister and
solicitor; <name key="name-004367" type="organisation">1 NZEF</name> 1916-17; CO 20 Bn Sep 1939–Apr 1941, Jun–Dec 1941; comd
<name key="name-000684" type="organisation">10 Bde</name>, <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>, <date when="1941-05">May 1941</date>; <name key="name-001162" type="organisation">5 Bde</name> Jan 1942–Jun 1943, Nov 1943–Feb 1944; 2 NZ Div,
30 Apr–14 May 1943, 9 Feb–2 Mar 1944; 2 NZEF Prisoner-of-War Reception
Group (<name key="name-029547" type="place">UK</name>) 1944–45; twice wounded; Editor-in-Chief, NZ War Histories; died
<name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>, <date when="1957-05-05">5 May 1957</date>.</p></note> a 
veteran of the Great War of 1914-18, a Territorial officer in 
‘the years between’, who had risen to command I Battalion, 
The Canterbury Regiment, and who had made a most intensive 
study of military history and tactics.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n2" n="2"/>
        <p rend="indent">The organisation of the men into companies took up most 
of the first morning. Headquarters Company was a mixed collection of specialists of one sort or another—drivers, mechanics, 
clerks, signallers from the Post and Telegraph and Railways 
Departments, and some men with previous Territorial experience of mortars and Bren carriers. Towards midday an unexplained surplus of fourteen men still remained unclaimed on 
the parade ground. Reference to a chart showing the establishment of an infantry battalion showed that an anti-aircraft 
platoon was required, to the number of fourteen. The survivors 
were promptly named and marched away. Headquarters Company, commanded by Major Peter Spiers, MC,<note xml:id="fn1-2" n="2"><p><name key="name-009724" type="person">Maj P. W. G. Spiers</name>, MBE, MC, VD; Dunedin; born NZ <date when="1890-11-28">28 Nov 1890</date>; bank
clerk; Otago Regt, 1915-19 (Maj), 2 i/c Reserve Bn.</p></note> was complete.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The rifle companies were grouped on a geographical basis, 
the company commanders drawing lots to decide their alphabetical order. A Company, under Major <name key="name-009545" type="person">MacDuff</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-2" n="3"><p><name key="name-009545" type="person">Maj A. P. MacDuff</name>, ED, m.i.d.; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>, <date when="1906-08-29">29 Aug 1906</date>;
commercial traveller; p.w. <date when="1941-04-29">29 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> came from 
<name key="name-006540" type="place">Canterbury</name>; B Company, led by Captain <name key="name-207546" type="person">Burrows</name>,<note xml:id="fn3-2" n="4"><p><name key="name-207546" type="person">Brig J. T. Burrows</name>, DSO and bar, ED, m.i.d., Order of Valour (Gk); Christchurch; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1904-07-14">14 Jul 1904</date>; schoolmaster; CO 20 Bn <date when="1941-05">May 1941</date>,
Dec 1941–Jul 1942; 20 Bn and Armd Regt Aug 1942–Jun 1943; comd <name key="name-001161" type="organisation">4 Bde</name>
27-29 Jun 1942, 5 Jul–15 Aug 1942; <name key="name-001162" type="organisation">5 Bde</name> <date when="1944-03">Mar 1944</date>, Aug–Nov 1944; <name key="name-001165" type="organisation">6 Bde</name> Jul-Aug <date when="1944">1944</date>; Commandant, Southern Military District, Nov 1951–Oct 1953; Commander K. Force, Nov 1953–Nov 1954; Commandant SMD, <date when="1955-01">Jan 1955</date>-.</p></note> from 
Southland; C Company, under Captain <name key="name-009565" type="person">Mathewson</name>,<note xml:id="fn4-2" n="5"><p><name key="name-009565" type="person">Maj B. J. Mathewson</name>, ED; Westport; born Westport, <date when="1905-04-18">18 Apr 1905</date>; company
manager; 2 i/c 26 Battalion, <date when="1941">1941</date>; wounded <date when="1941-11-26">26 Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> from 
<name key="name-005626" type="place">Nelson</name>, <name key="name-120132" type="place">Marlborough</name>, and the <name key="name-025242" type="place">West Coast</name>; while in D Company, under Captain <name key="name-009636" type="person">Paterson</name>,<note xml:id="fn5-2" n="6"><p><name key="name-009636" type="person">Maj R. D. B. Paterson</name>, ED; Dunedin; born Dunedin, <date when="1908-08-20">20 Aug 1908</date>; stock
agent; 2 i/c 20 Bn <date when="1941-05">May 1941</date>, Sep 1941–Apr 1942; Commandant, Southern District School of Instruction, <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name>, Jun 1942–Dec 1944.</p></note> were the men from Otago.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The organisation of the battalion took the best part of three 
days, during which the men were initiated into the characteristic discomforts of army life: the tedious waiting in seemingly 
interminable queues for meals, kit issues, medical treatment and 
dental inspections; the strange experience of having commands 
barked at them on parade, and the even stranger rapidity of 
their quickly-learned responses; the complete cessation of any 
sense of privacy; and, as compensation, the rounding-off of 
awkward individuality, the gradual merging into a fellowship 
whose bond was the strangeness of the venture and the shared 
uncertainty of the future.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n3" n="3"/>
        <p rend="indent">In view of the small forces held in New Zealand before the 
war the staffing of the <name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name> presented a serious problem. Senior officers, of necessity, were men with previous military training, either overseas or in the Territorials. Platoon 
commanders were usually junior Territorial officers. Four of 
the company sergeants-major came from the New Zealand 
Permanent Staff and the fifth was a former Territorial, as were 
also, at first, the majority of the platoon NCOs.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 26 September the officers and NCOs of the <name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name> 
had entered camp to undergo special courses of instruction so 
that, by the time the majority of the Special Force, as it was 
then called, arrived, a skeleton training and administrative 
organisation was in working order. To build up a reserve of 
officers selected personnel were sent to <name key="name-026686" type="place">Trentham</name> to attend an 
officers' training course, and those who qualified rejoined the 
battalion shortly before final leave or were posted to later 
echelons.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The training during the first five or six weeks comprised 
chiefly squad drill, arms drill and weapon training with the 
Lee-Enfield that had stood so well the test of the First World 
War, Lewis machine-gun training, and abundant instruction 
and practice in bayonet fighting. The equipment available was 
pitifully inadequate. Light-machine-gun training, for instance, 
was done solely with the Lewis gun which, despite its value in 
the Great War, had become obsolete as an infantry weapon. 
Rifles were plentiful but ammunition was handed out as if made 
of gold. The latest types of signal equipment were known only 
by name; everything was of last-war vintage; infantry wireless 
sets were unknown even to instructors. Each man had been 
issued with one suit of serge, a suit of denims and, later, one of 
khaki drill. Officers were equipped with revolvers, binoculars, 
prismatic compasses, water bottles and haversacks, and other 
ranks with <date when="1908">1908</date> pattern web equipment, rifles, and bayonets. 
Companies wore the hat and collar badges of their Territorial 
regiments.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Battalion parades began to assume an important part in training. In the moulding of a unit the discipline of the parade 
ground is a powerful factor in promoting the habit of prompt 
and unquestioning obedience. This is something quite apart 
from the spectacular effect of simultaneous response to an order 
and crispness of movement. As the purpose of all training
<pb xml:id="n4" n="4"/>
should be to prepare men for battle, it is obvious that the habit 
of steadiness under strain is essential to a unit. The uncomplaining endurance of a long parade is some preparation for the 
discomforts of the field, while enforced habits of tidiness and 
cleanliness have obvious ultimate value. There have been some 
excellent soldiers who were not smart at rifle exercises and, 
conversely, some parade-ground soldiers who were of questionable value in action; but the fact remains that a unit that is 
smart on parade and efficient in guard mounting has a pride 
of achievement in one aspect of soldiering that can be transferred at the appropriate time to the more serious business of 
steadiness under fire, cheerfulness in the face of discomfort, 
perseverance against odds, and refusal to accept defeat.</p>
        <p rend="indent">It is universally accepted that the tone of the parade ground 
and the smartness of the guard are a direct reflection of the 
unit's Regimental Sergeant-Major. In this respect due credit 
should be given the early RSMs, Bert <name key="name-009728" type="person">Steele</name><note xml:id="fn1-4" n="7"><p><name key="name-009728" type="person">Maj A. J. Steele</name>, MBE; <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> Camp; born England, <date when="1907-07-25">25 Jul 1907</date>; Regular
soldier; comd School of Instruction, <name key="name-031619" type="organisation">Fiji Military Forces</name>, Jun 1943-Mar 1945.</p></note> and J. D. <name key="name-009375" type="person">Gibb</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-4" n="8"><p><name key="name-009375" type="person">Capt J. D. Gibb</name>; <name key="name-120134" type="place">Oamaru</name>; born <name key="name-021133" type="place">Blenheim</name>, <date when="1913-12-09">9 Dec 1913</date>; Regular soldier; p.w. 
<date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>.</p></note> 
for the standard reached in the battalion. The first guard 
mounted in <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> from men of the Special Force was drawn 
from 20 Battalion.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The high standard set by the first two RSMs was maintained 
by the third, WO I ‘Uke’ <name key="name-009798" type="person">Wilson</name>,<note xml:id="fn3-4" n="9"><p><name key="name-009798" type="person">WO I T. H. Wilson</name>, m.i.d.; <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>; born Milton, <date when="1918-03-14">14 Mar 1918</date>; bacon
curer; RSM 20 Bn Nov 1940–Apr 1944.</p></note> who gave four very full years 
to the 20th, and whose loyalty to the battalion was such that he 
refused all chances of a commission.</p>
        <p rend="indent">With increased proficiency in their handling of the weapons 
available the men progressed to the stage where night manoeuvres were undertaken. At least here was something new and 
the opportunity for a number of humorous incidents. It was 
customary for the defending company to leave camp about midday for the scene of operations, which was usually three or four 
hours' march away in the vicinity of Tai Tapu. After a suitable 
interval the attackers sallied forth, the intervening time permitting the first party to organise its defence.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Many were the ruses employed to obtain information that 
might sway the action. In those early days fifth-column work 
was much more than a name. The people of Tai Tapu entered
<pb xml:id="n5" n="5"/>
heartily into the spirit of the manoeuvres, though strangely 
enough their sympathies appeared usually to lie with the 
attackers. On one occasion the attacking force, C Company, 
illegally sent an advance party into the township before the 
arrival of the defenders. The party was secreted in a barn but 
failed to achieve its purpose as it was discovered, much to A 
Company's indignation, and made prisoner. Another time 
Captain Cliff Wilson,<note xml:id="fn1-5" n="10"><p><name key="name-009793" type="person">Maj C. Wilson</name>, m.i.d., MC (Gk); born England, <date when="1907-08-25">25 Aug 1907</date>; insurance
clerk; killed in action <date when="1941-05-21">21 May 1941</date>.</p></note> the second-in-command of C Company, 
dressed as a civilian, rode through the defensive area at dusk 
on a horse and thoroughly reconnoitred the dispositions of the 
defenders under the pretext of looking for two stray cows.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Still another surprise movement was effected on the occasion 
when a river crossing was being opposed by troops who were 
guarding every existing bridge. The defence seemed impregnable until some attackers, led by Sergeant Charlie <name key="name-209518" type="person">Upham</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-5" n="11"><p><name key="name-209518" type="person">Capt C. H. Upham</name>, VC and bar, m.i.d.; Conway Flat, Hundalee; born Christchurch, <date when="1908-09-21">21 Sep 1908</date>; Government land valuer; three times wounded; wounded
and p.w. <date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>.</p></note> 
crossed the river where no bridge existed by wading through 
it breast high. Equal initiative was shown one night by two 
signallers who converted a toll line to army use by attaching 
field telephones to the wires. This completely disorganised the 
toll system of Banks Peninsula and caused considerable consternation in the Post and Telegraph Department until the conversation overheard indicated the cause of the trouble to its 
engineers.</p>
        <p rend="indent">These night manoeuvres frequently led to incidents with 
civilians whose own nocturnal excursions sometimes had a most 
unexpected conclusion. On one occasion a party of motorists, 
after driving several times up and down a road in a manoeuvre area, was halted by a patrol. Unable to obtain any 
clear information in reply to their queries, the troops promptly 
locked up the mixed party for two hours in one of the rooms 
of the church on suspicion of fifth-column activities.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Despite the inconvenience of having men tramping through 
their sections and over their farms, the people of Tai Tapu 
district extended unstinted hospitality to the troops, and many 
a man has pleasant memories of a cup of tea and hot scones in 
a warm farmhouse kitchen. From lack of information about the
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general plan, manoeuvres are often considered boring by the 
men in the ranks, but in those early days the keen inter-company rivalry in the exercises was mild compared with the 
spirited verbal battles that took place after the return to camp.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The weekly training programme made adequate provision for 
recreation. Tabloid sports were organised, as well as the ever-popular tug-of-war, but the enjoyment of one of these sports 
meetings held on Labour Day was dampened when the men 
had to parade after the last event to receive their first inoculation.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Off-parade activities were varied but the most popular was 
the enjoyment of a cup of tea and a pie at the <name key="name-017775" type="organisation">Salvation Army</name> 
tent. In the evenings sing-songs and concerts were held there, 
and in the early days in <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> this large double was marquee 
was undoubtedly the hub of the social life of the battalion. A 
congenial atmosphere was created by the friendly Salvation 
Army workers, without a tribute to whom this history would 
not be complete. The informality of their church services 
appealed strongly to the troops, who attended in such increasing numbers that in time the marquee could scarcely accommodate those who made it their choice on Sunday morning 
parades. It was at these services that the men learned the well-known chorus, ‘He Careth for Me’, in later years to be sung in 
places and under circumstances little dreamed of by those who 
taught it.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Leave to <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name> was granted on a quota basis. Trains 
were crowded with high-spirited troops, while many a motorist 
responded to the hitch-hiker's signal. At the <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name> Welcome Club, established in the Art Gallery, dances and suppers 
were provided for the men. The YMCA also provided supper 
on Sunday nights and many civilian homes received soldier 
guests.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About this time it was realised that the troops had reached 
the stage where they required field training of a type not 
possible in the area around <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> Camp. Accordingly, on 
23 November, the battalion moved by rail to Cave, where 
training was carried out until the return to <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> on 
3 December. This was the first time the men had made a move 
of any kind with all their gear. Everything was taken, even 
kitbags. After a fairly quick train journey the troops disembarked and carried their gear to the areas allotted them, ate
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their first meal cooked under field conditions, and erected lines 
of bell tents in green fields overlooking a pleasant stream.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At this stage, owing to the strong representations made to 
the Government by the Returned Soldiers' Association, wet 
canteens were opened in military camps. At Cave, where the 
canteen was opened in a large marquee, men were required to 
provide their own mugs and those of the largest sizes were 
naturally in popular demand. The day the battalion arrived 
at Cave the Prime Minister publicly announced that the Special 
Force would shortly go overseas. This news coincided with the 
opening of the wet canteen, thus providing both the excuse and 
the means for celebration.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The training at Cave consisted mainly of field firing and 
range practices, as well as day and night exercises. Aircraft 
from <name key="name-021607" type="place">Wigram</name> co-operated in several of these field exercises, in 
which the troops first learned the art of camouflage. At the 
close of one of them two officers and nine other ranks were 
withdrawn from the battalion to join the advance party of the 
<name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name>; they returned immediately to <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> and 
went on leave from 5 to 9 December. Twentieth Battalion 
members of the party were Lieutenant D. B. Cameron, Second-Lieutenant G. A. Murray, WO I A. J. Steele, CQMS G. L. 
Lawrence, Sergeants S. J. Green, T. H. Wilson, and C. H. 
Upham, Corporal L. L. Andrewes, and Privates R. J. Glubb, 
J. Robertson, and G G. P. Weenink.<note xml:id="fn1-7" n="12"><p>The advance party, commanded by Major A. W. Greville, consisted of 2 officers
and 50 other ranks, plus 18 officers and 41 other ranks who attended courses in
the <name key="name-005853" type="place">Middle East</name>. The calibre of the battalion's representatives is shown by their
records: Lieutenant Dave Cameron reached the rank of major, was mentioned
in despatches and was twice wounded; George Murray became a major in 26 Battalion and was mentioned in despatches; Sergeant-Major Bert Steele became a
captain and later served in <name key="name-000854" type="place">Fiji</name>, winning the MBE; CQMS George Lawrence
served as a captain in 23 Battalion, came home on furlough, and returned to
that battalion in <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name>; Second-Lieutenant Stan Green was killed in action in
<name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>; WO I ‘Uke’ Wilson was RSM in the battalion and later in the armoured
regiment for three and a half years and was mentioned in despatches: Captain
Charlie Upham won the VC and bar and mention in despatches, was thrice
wounded, was taken prisoner at Ruweisat and ended the war in Colditz after
several attempts to escape; Corporal Len Andrewes was wounded and taken
prisoner in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>; Reg Glubb became sergeant cook and served the battalion
well until he returned home with the first furlough draft; Jim Robertson became
a captain in Base Pay Office and served as paymaster at Port Tewfik and in the
hospital ship <hi rend="i">Oranje</hi> before returning home on furlough with a mention in
despatches; George Weenink became a staff-sergeant, won the BEM, and was
RQMS in the battalion and in the regiment until he came home on furlough
after <name key="name-001638" type="place">Cassino</name>. Three have died since the war: Cameron was drowned at Maori-bank on <date when="1951-02-24">24 February 1951</date>, Andrewes died on <date when="1947-11-20">20 November 1947</date> and Glubb on
<date when="1948-12-22">22 December 1948</date>.</p></note></p>
        <pb xml:id="n8" n="8"/>
        <p rend="indent">On 11 December the advance party embarked at Wellington on TSS <hi rend="i">Awatea</hi>, sailing the same day for <name key="name-008850" type="place">Sydney</name>. It went 
from <name key="name-008850" type="place">Sydney</name> to <name key="name-001298" type="place">Melbourne</name> by train and joined the 2 AIF 
advance party on 15 December on board RMS <hi rend="i">Strathallan</hi>, 
which also carried a number of civilian passengers. After a 
pleasant voyage, with leave at <name key="name-007175" type="place">Adelaide</name>, Colombo, <name key="name-013389" type="place">Bombay</name>, 
and <name key="name-000565" type="place">Aden</name>, the New Zealanders disembarked at <name key="name-001387" type="place">Port Said</name> on 
<date when="1940-01-07">7 January 1940</date>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The date of the <name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name>'s move overseas was finally 
fixed at <date when="1940-01-06">6 January 1940</date>, and the period at Cave, originally 
intended to last a fortnight, was curtailed by four days. While 
the battalion was away from <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> a second draft of volunteers had marched in on 28 November, and to help train them 
four corporals were sent back from Cave.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> training was continued and preparations made 
for sending the troops on final leave. With the assistance, without charge, of members of the Canterbury Law Society, the 
men made their wills, and all ranks were blood-typed in preparation for the stamping of identity discs. A gratuity of £3 
was paid to each man and, as from one minute past midnight 
on <date when="1939-12-14">14 December 1939</date>, the <name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name> was placed on active 
service.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Arrangements made by the Defence Department with the 
New Zealand Railways permitted free travel only to soldiers' 
homes and back or to the place of enlistment. In the First 
World War soldiers on final leave had been given free rail 
passes without limitation, and this created some dissatisfaction 
among the troops. The outcome was a number of unauthorised 
telegrams to the Minister of Defence asking for free rail warrants ‘anywhere’ for the period of final leave. This procedure 
was considered by the Army to be most irregular, and the 
Officer Commanding the Southern Military District made a 
hurried trip to <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name>, delivered a verbal blitz to the officers 
and NCOs, and departed in high dudgeon. No change in 
arrangements was made, except that individual passes allowed 
the men more freedom to travel.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 14 December the exodus from camp took place. During 
the next fortnight the sight of khaki-clad figures brought home 
to the civilian population the fact that for the third time in 
forty years New Zealand troops were about to go overseas. 
Farewell functions were organised in every town and country
<pb xml:id="n9" n="9"/>
district. The men spent Christmas at home and returned to 
<name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> on 28 December.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At once preparations were made for embarkation. The issuing of seakits, completion of embarkation rolls, alteration of 
allotments, and collection of unemployment levy books meant 
many tedious parades and queues, but leave was granted on 
most evenings. On the 30th the battalion was inspected by the 
GOC <name key="name-004368" type="organisation">2 NZEF</name>, <name key="name-207994" type="person">Major-General B. C. Freyberg</name>, VC, and on 
3 January, with other units from <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name>, it marched through 
<name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name> for an official farewell in Cranmer Square. It 
was a muster parade, of course, and it found the usual few 
somewhat at sea. The battalion was well turned out, everything was spick and span, but something of a sensation was 
caused when a well-known driver, after leaving his vehicle, 
marched across to take his place in his company with his rifle 
on the wrong shoulder, and crowned everything with a left-hand salute as he passed the CO. The rifle drill and general 
bearing of the battalion was of a sufficiently high standard to 
win the applause of the watching crowd before the troops 
marched off. One incident at the beginning of the parade 
reflected the training of the previous months. Before beginning 
his speech the Mayor of <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name> told the men to sit down. 
All other units promptly did so but the 20th stood fast, rifles 
at the order, till the CO gave the commands, ‘Ground arms! 
Sit down!’</p>
        <p rend="indent">That afternoon visitors were allowed into the camp. It was 
no ordinary occasion. Those who had relatives within visiting 
distance met them at the camp gates and quickly guided them 
to the limited privacy of hut or cubicle, and then, sensing the 
feelings of their less fortunate mates, included them in the 
family circle with that quiet insistence and compelling sincerity so typical of army friendships. Mothers and sisters, wives 
and sweethearts, delighted at being permitted a few last precious 
hours with ‘their’ soldier, masked sentiment with solicitude and 
in customary practical manner unpacked the afternoon tea. 
Fathers and other male relatives were lavish with tobacco and 
added their good-natured banter to the conversation. Everyone was determined to keep a brave face, but in occasional 
unguarded moments it was plain that some were already 
experiencing a foretaste of the agony of suspense that is many 
a woman's part in war.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n10" n="10"/>
        <p rend="indent">After several practice entraining and embarkation parades the 
battalion, complete with full equipment and seakits, marched 
to <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> station on <date when="1940-01-05">Friday, 5 January 1940</date>, and went by 
train to <name key="name-029248" type="place">Lyttelton</name>. A number of men also carried musical 
instruments, one of them, Private ‘Sandy’ <name key="name-009676" type="person">Robertson</name>,<note xml:id="fn1-10" n="13"><p><name key="name-009676" type="person">Tpr J. W. Robertson</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born NZ <date when="1904-11-11">11 Nov 1904</date>; journalist; wounded</p></note> taking 
with him a gramophone and an extensive collection of records.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The battalion's officers on leaving New Zealand were:</p>
        <list type="simple">
          <item>
            <p>CO: <name key="name-208411" type="person">Lt-Col H. K. Kippenberger</name></p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Second-in-Command: <name key="name-009317" type="person">Maj F. E. Dornwell</name></p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Adjutant: Capt F. L. H. Davis</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Asst Adjutant: Lt J. H. Kempthorne</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>IO: 2 <name key="name-009303" type="person">Lt T. E. Dawson</name></p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>QM: Capt R. S. Orr</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>MO: Capt G. R. KirkPadre: <name key="name-009722" type="person">Rev. G. A. D. Spence</name><note xml:id="fn2-10" n="*"><p><hi rend="sup">*</hi>Padre Spence joined the battalion in Egypt on 14 February and Lt H. C.
Tremewan succeeded Capt Kirk as MO on 15 February.</p></note></p>
          </item>
        </list>
        <list type="simple">
          <head>
            <hi rend="i">Headquarters Company</hi>
          </head>
          <item>
            <p>OC: <name key="name-009724" type="person">Maj P. W. G. Spiers</name></p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Lt G. A. Murray (Signals—advance party)</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt G. A. T. Rhodes (Mortars)</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Lt K. G. Manchester (Carriers)</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt R. L. D. Powrie (Pioneers)</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Lt D. B. Cameron (Transport—advance party)</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p><name key="name-009345" type="person">Lt C. K. Fleming</name> (Transport)</p>
          </item>
        </list>
        <list type="simple">
          <head>
            <hi rend="i">A Company</hi>
          </head>
          <item>
            <p>OC: <name key="name-009545" type="person">Maj A. P. MacDuff</name></p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 i/c: Capt T. H. Mitchell</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt J. R. Coote</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt P. G. Markham</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt J. F. Phillips</p>
          </item>
        </list>
        <list type="simple">
          <head>
            <hi rend="i">B Company</hi>
          </head>
          <item>
            <p>OC: Maj J. T. Burrows</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 i/c: <name key="name-009671" type="person">Capt M. C. Rice</name></p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt V. C. Poole</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Lt J. P. Quilter</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Lt W. Ayto</p>
          </item>
        </list>
        <list type="simple">
          <head>
            <hi rend="i">C Company</hi>
          </head>
          <item>
            <p>OC: Capt B. J. Mathewson</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 i/c: <name key="name-009477" type="person">Capt H. O. Jefcoate</name></p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Lt D. J. Fountaine</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt G. A. Brown</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt F. J. Bain</p>
          </item>
        </list>
        <list type="simple">
          <head>
            <hi rend="i">D Company</hi>
          </head>
          <item>
            <p>OC: Capt R. D. B. Paterson</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 i/c: <name key="name-009333" type="person">Lt M. C. Fairbrother</name></p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt J. F. Baker</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt J. H. Beale</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt J. D. Aiken</p>
          </item>
        </list>
        <list type="simple">
          <head>
            <hi rend="i">E Company</hi>
          </head>
          <item>
            <p>OC: Capt C. Wilson</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 i/c: Lt A. I. Garriock</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>Lt G. W. Washbourn</p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>
              <name key="name-009689" type="person">Lt H. J. Scoltock</name>
            </p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>
              <name key="name-009800" type="person">Lt S. L. Wood</name>
            </p>
          </item>
          <item>
            <p>2 Lt M. G. O'Callaghan</p>
          </item>
        </list>
      </div>
      <pb xml:id="n11" n="11"/>
      <div xml:id="c2" type="chapter">
        <head>CHAPTER 2<lb/>
Journey from New Zealand to Egypt</head>
        <p><hi rend="sc">The</hi> battalion soon reached <name key="name-029248" type="place">Lyttelton</name> where, in spite of 
precautions taken to keep the move secret, a large crowd 
had gathered at the wharf gates. The two trains drew up near 
the transports <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> and <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207164" type="ship">Sobieski</name></hi>. Twentieth Battalion and some 
<name key="name-003988" type="organisation">4 Field Ambulance</name> personnel embarked on the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi>, which 
already had on board the Divisional Signals which had embarked at <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>. The men were marshalled in alphabetical order on the wharf and their names checked as they 
went up the gangway in single file. The battalion left with 
exactly its establishment, 801, the last man, absent without 
leave, being dragged from his home and hurried to the wharf.<note xml:id="fn1-11" n="1"><p>The strength of the battalion on embarkation was 38 officers and 752 other ranks,
a total of 790, this including 133 first reinforcements. The two officers and nine
other ranks from the battalion in the advance party made up the full strength of 801.</p></note> 
Once on board the men were shown to their quarters in the 
mess decks. The <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> was a regular troop transport which 
before the war had carried troops and their families to and from 
<name key="name-005952" type="place">India</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About 4.30 p.m., to the strains of ‘Now is the Hour’ and 
‘He Careth for Me’, accompanied by a local band, His Majesty's 
Troopship <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> pulled out to sea. It was the first transport 
to leave New Zealand in the Second World War and was 
followed, after a short interval, by the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207164" type="ship">Sobieski</name></hi>. Some disappointment was felt that the public had not been allowed on 
to the wharf in time for final farewells. Out from port the 
naval escort, HMS <hi rend="i">Leander</hi>, was picked up. The troops paraded 
for boat drill, had a meal—a good one too—and then drew 
their hammocks. Many men took their hammocks up on deck 
and slung them in all kinds of unauthorised places: from pipes, 
rails, knobs—anything that would hold a knot. The bosun is 
reported to have commented: ‘I've seen soldiers, I've seen 
sailors, I've seen Boy Scouts, but I have never seen b—s like 
these!’</p>
        <p rend="indent">The ship steamed slowly north that night and out of the
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haze next morning appeared the squat bulk of the battleship 
HMS <hi rend="i"><name key="name-120030" type="place">Ramillies</name></hi>, leading the rest of the ships—<hi rend="i">Orion, <name key="name-207163" type="ship">Rangitata</name></hi>, 
<hi rend="i"><name key="name-207167" type="ship">Strathaird</name></hi>, and <hi rend="i">Empress of <name key="name-007274" type="place">Canada</name></hi>—from <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>. With 
HMAS <hi rend="i"><name key="name-110017" type="place">Canberra</name></hi> guarding the rear, the convoy passed through 
Cook Strait and up the west coast of the <name key="name-120029" type="place">North Island</name> before 
turning west for <name key="name-008963" type="place">Australia</name>. Patrol planes, flying low over the 
ships, dipped their wings in salute as the first echelon of troops 
to leave the Dominion in the Second World War began the 
long voyage to its ‘overseas destination’. All eyes were turned 
to the receding coastline and to snow-capped <name key="name-120031" type="place">Egmont</name>, never 
more beautiful than when viewed from the sea.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The trip across the Tasman was uneventful, the weather 
remarkably good, and the troops in excellent spirits. Everyone 
gradually settled down to life aboard a troopship. For some it 
was their first experience of being at sea. Unlike the luxury 
liners that comprised the rest of the convoy, the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> was 
adapted to carry the greatest number of people in the smallest 
possible space. After the manner of a transport long used to 
carrying regular troops, her passage-ways and decks were liberally plastered with ‘Out-of-Bounds’ notices and other signs 
strongly emphasising the distinctions in rank between officers, 
NCOs, and men. It took some time for Dominion troops to 
appreciate their full significance. Deck space for other ranks 
was deplorably small, this being one of the worst features of 
the ship's organisation. The other was the stowing of hammocks before a quarter past six each morning in the hammock 
room some six decks below.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Physical training, games, concerts, and lectures helped to 
pass the time during the crossing of the Tasman, and on 9 January the <hi rend="i">Empress of <name key="name-007274" type="place">Canada</name></hi> left the convoy to allow the GOC to 
catch a plane in <name key="name-008850" type="place">Sydney</name> for Egypt. Next day the ship, accompanied by six transports carrying Australian troops and their escort, HMAS <hi rend="i"><name key="name-008963" type="place">Australia</name></hi> and HMAS <hi rend="i"><name key="name-110017" type="place">Canberra</name></hi>, rejoined the convoy.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Convoy manoeuvres, which had begun in the <name key="name-000100" type="place">Tasman Sea</name>, 
were continued on 16 January when a mock attack by the two 
cruisers, <hi rend="i"><name key="name-008963" type="place">Australia</name></hi> and <hi rend="i"><name key="name-110017" type="place">Canberra</name></hi>, was repulsed by the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-120030" type="place">Ramillies</name>.</hi> 
Warning of the attack was given by the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> with two blasts 
of her siren. The convoy closed in and increased speed, but at 
another long blast the ships scattered in star formation. Under 
cover of a thick blanket of mist which hung low over the sea
<pb xml:id="n13" n="13"/>
and a smoke screen laid by the protecting battleship, the other 
transports in the convoy quickly disappeared from view. The 
troops crowded to all vantage points to watch the battle. The 
only ‘loss’ was the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi>, the slowest of the convoy.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Issues of New Zealand hat and collar badges, field dressings, 
‘housewives’, puttees, and unit sleeve patches (the last in short 
supply) were completed before arrival at <name key="name-000951" type="place">Fremantle</name>, which, after 
a slow trip across the Australian Bight, was reached on the 
afternoon of 18 January. The ships anchored in the roadstead, 
pulling into the port as berths became available. The <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> 
was one of the last to tie up, but the period of waiting next 
morning was enlivened when the master of the ship allowed the 
troops to use the lifeboats for a row round the anchorage. The 
men enjoyed the exercise and, at the same time, took the opportunity to row across to other ships in the convoy. After being 
paid £1 Australian money, debited in paybooks as sixteen shillings sterling, the men were granted leave to visit <name key="name-000870" type="place">Perth</name> and 
enjoyed both there and in <name key="name-000951" type="place">Fremantle</name> the unlimited and unforgettable hospitality of <name key="name-000740" type="place">Western Australia</name>. There were the usual 
pranks that must be expected from high-spirited men who have 
been cooped up for some time in a troopship. As the result of one 
of these the stuffed, full-sized kangaroo from the ‘First and Last 
Shop in <name key="name-008963" type="place">Australia</name>’ found itself on board the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> and sailed 
all the way to <name key="name-033008" type="place">Tewfik</name>, where it was left with the ship's crew 
with the hope that it would one day be returned to its rightful 
owners. Three men from the battalion had not returned to the 
ship by the time it sailed.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At 12.30 p.m. on 20 January the convoy left <name key="name-000951" type="place">Fremantle</name> and 
began the long voyage across the <name key="name-001315" type="place">Indian Ocean</name>. The naval 
escort consisted of the battleship <hi rend="i"><name key="name-120030" type="place">Ramillies</name></hi>, the cruiser <hi rend="i"><name key="name-008315" type="place">Kent</name></hi>, and 
the French cruiser <hi rend="i">Suffren</hi>. Three days out from <name key="name-000951" type="place">Fremantle</name> the 
OC Troops, <name key="name-208411" type="person">Lieutenant-Colonel Kippenberger</name>, addressed all 
ranks and told them that they were going to Egypt, where they 
would undergo about two months' training with new equipment and modern weapons before being considered ready to 
go into action. He stressed the value of discipline and the 
necessity for co-operation between officers and men.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In its turn as duty unit in the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> the battalion was 
required to provide men for guards, pickets, and fatigues, the 
last including duties in the ship's galley and butcher's shop and
<pb xml:id="n14" n="14"/>
as deck-scrubbers. There were twenty-four sentry posts, requiring seventy-two men to man them. It was difficult for men who 
had been on duty during the night to get sleep in the daytime 
as they had to sling their hammocks up on deck over a hatch. 
Military training was largely restricted through lack of space, 
but physical training, signalling instruction, and lectures on a 
wide variety of subjects relieved the monotony of crossing the 
<name key="name-001315" type="place">Indian Ocean</name>. Recreational training was also hampered by 
cramped quarters but boxing and wrestling tournaments 
attracted large entries and created interest. Four footballs were 
popular for a time until they all went the same way—over the 
side. A less strenuous diversion was playing ‘Housie’ on the open 
decks, the caller perching on a hatch cover in the centre. Crown-and-Anchor had its usual followers until a few boards were confiscated. After this boards were chalked on the deck where they 
could be rubbed out quickly at the approach of authority.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Because of blackout restrictions all portholes were closed after 
dark, and to help reduce the consequent discomfort in the 
tropics men were allowed in turn to sleep on deck at night. 
Canvas awnings were erected on the upper decks for protection 
against the fierce heat of the sun. Wind sails with canvas shutes 
leading through the holds to the decks below were hoisted to 
catch every breeze.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Messing arrangements called for much organisation. Officers, 
warrant officers, and sergeants messed in dining-rooms in 
peacetime comfort, attended by Indian waiters clad in a 
picturesque uniform of flowing blue coat over a spotless white 
gown, complete with a broad waist-sash and corded blue-and-white turban. The men were allotted set tables for the voyage, 
two men from each table acting as mess orderlies. The food, 
generally, was good, although inadequate cool-storage accommodation early in the voyage caused an epidemic of diarrhoea 
and vomiting among a section of the troops. As the result of an 
investigation which substantiated complaints that the butter 
was tainted by refrigeration, New Zealand butter was issued 
for the rest of the voyage.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the ship's canteen prices were cheap, especially for cigarettes, tobacco, and chocolate. So brisk was the trade in these 
items, as well as in tinned fruit and stationery, that it was 
necessary to replenish stocks at each port of call. The method
<figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba002a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba002a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba002a-g"/><head>EGYPT</head><figDesc>Coloured map of Northern Egypt</figDesc></figure>
<pb xml:id="n15" n="15"/>
of serving, however, from a single window with only one 
customer at a time, meant protracted waits in long queues that 
discouraged many from returning after the first visit.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 30 January the convoy reached Colombo, where the 
transports entered a harbour thickly congested with shipping 
of every conceivable size and nationality. In contrast with the 
grey camouflage of the troopships, neutral ships in the harbour 
bore in conspicuous paint their distinctive colours and the 
names of their countries of origin. A Japanese luxury liner, the 
<hi rend="i">Brazil Maru</hi>, with all her lights on made a brilliant sight amid 
the blacked-out convoy at night. While the ships lay in harbour 
they were surrounded by Arab dhows and bumboats from which 
native vendors sold their wares—fruit, nuts, cheroots, and ebony 
elephants—and clamouring boys dived for coins.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Next day shore leave was granted. The men paraded at 
8 a.m. and waited on the ship for three hours before going 
ashore in lighters and marching to the Galle Face hotel, where 
they were dismissed. During this brief visit the men made their 
first acquaintance with eastern shopkeepers, rickshaw men, 
jugglers, fortune-tellers, and beggars. They went sightseeing in 
taxis and explored the bazaars.</p>
        <p rend="indent">After returning from leave one man fell overboard but was 
fished out safely. A number of men, some sixty-odd, had been 
absent from the parade at the Galle Face before the return to 
the ship, and for this offence were either reprimanded or given 
two or three days' CB. Others absent without leave received 
from two to seven days' CB, with some forfeiture of pay by the 
worst offenders.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 1 February the convoy began the last lap of the voyage 
and was joined by a French ship, <hi rend="i">Athos II</hi>, carrying French 
colonial troops. The naval escort now included the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-120030" type="place">Ramillies</name></hi>, 
the aircraft-carrier <hi rend="i">Eagle</hi>, and the cruisers <hi rend="i"><name key="name-120032" type="place">Sussex</name>, Hobart</hi>, and 
<hi rend="i">Westcott</hi>. Some excitement was caused four days later when one 
of the <hi rend="i">Eagle's</hi> aircraft crashed into the sea, the pilot being 
rescued by one of the escort vessels.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The troops manned ship on 3 February as a salute to HMS 
<hi rend="i">Eagle</hi> as she steamed down the line of transports, and again two 
days later for the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-120030" type="place">Ramillies</name></hi> when she left the convoy in the Gulf 
of <name key="name-000565" type="place">Aden</name>. With the approach of their destination the men were 
given lectures on tropical diseases and other pitfalls of Egypt.
<pb xml:id="n16" n="16"/>
Web equipment was fitted and checked, identification discs 
completed, boots stamped with regimental numbers, and water 
bottles disinfected. On 8 February some of the convoy called 
at <name key="name-000565" type="place">Aden</name> to refuel, but the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> carried on up the <name key="name-001311" type="place">Red Sea</name>. 
She berthed at Port Tewfik at 10.30 a.m. on 12 February after 
a voyage of thirty-eight days. During the morning the ship was 
visited by <name key="name-207994" type="person">General Freyberg</name>, who introduced to the troops 
gathered on the decks the Secretary of State for Dominion 
Affairs, the Rt. Hon. Anthony Eden, General Sir Archibald 
Wavell, Commander-in-Chief of the Middle East Forces, 
Lieutenant-General H. M. Wilson, GOC-in-C British Troops 
in Egypt, Sir Miles Lampson, British Ambassador to Egypt, and 
the Governor of the Canal Zone, representing the Egyptian 
Government. Mr Eden read to the troops a message from the 
King:</p>
        <p rend="indent">I know well that the splendid tradition established by the 
armed forces of New Zealand will be worthily upheld by you, 
who have left your homes to fight for the cause that the whole 
Empire has made its own.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Now that you have entered the field of active service, I send 
you a very warm welcome, together with my best wishes for 
your welfare.</p>
        <p rend="right">(Signed) <hi rend="sc">George</hi> R.I.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the wait in port the troops were paid in Egyptian 
money. No leave was granted, but the unit was called upon 
to provide working and unloading parties, fatigue parties, and 
guards over dumps of stores and equipment on the wharf. The 
warnings given during medical lectures on the risks of disease 
in Egypt were borne out by the dirtiness of the Egyptian 
labourers and the filth on the wharf, which effectively deterred 
most of the men from buying any of the motley collection of 
oranges, cigarettes, wallets, Turkish delight, and toffee so 
importunately offered for sale. On the wharf small children 
begged for <hi rend="i">baksheesh</hi> with all the frenzy of the hungry and the 
greedy. ‘Gulli-gulli’ men performed on the quay, but their 
efforts soon palled on men who were weary of life on board 
ship and waited impatiently for orders to disembark.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Shortly after the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> had tied up at the wharf lighters were 
bringing ashore troops from the larger ships which had had
<pb xml:id="n17" n="17"/>
to anchor in the stream. After reveille at 3.45 a.m., the battalion disembarked at 5.30 a.m. on 14 February, gave three cheers 
for the ship, and for an hour stood around in a cold, almost 
frosty atmosphere, waiting to depart in the high, hard, uncomfortable third-class carriages of the <name key="name-026122" type="organisation">Egyptian State Railways</name> 
which were to become a very familiar mode of travel in the 
years ahead. The battalion entrained at 6.30 a.m. and, passing 
through Zagazig, <name key="name-028782" type="place">Benha</name>, and <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name>, reached <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name>, where it 
detrained and marched to <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> Camp. The band of the 
<name key="name-026785" type="organisation">Cameron Highlanders</name> piped at the head of the column at the 
unaccustomedly slow pace of ninety to the minute. The men 
carried most of their equipment, the road was hot and dusty, 
and few were fit after six weeks at sea. Their entry to <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> 
could hardly be said to have made an impression on the GOC, 
who took the salute on the march of about two miles to the 
unit lines.</p>
      </div>
      <pb xml:id="n18" n="18"/>
      <div xml:id="c3" type="chapter">
        <head>CHAPTER 3<lb/>
Training in Egypt</head>
        <p><hi rend="sc">The</hi> first day in <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> was spent, naturally, in settling in. 
Tents erected by the King's Royal Rifles were located, 
gear dumped, and a meal eaten. During the afternoon the men 
took stock of their surroundings. As far as the eye could see 
stretched limitless, sandy wastes. To the north frowned the 
<name key="name-120038" type="place">Mokattam Hills</name>; to the south rose terrace-like stony ridges 
surmounted by the circular stone structure of Napoleon's fort; 
to the east ran rolling sandhills; while in the west, beyond the 
silver ribbon of the <name key="name-120039" type="place">Nile</name>, the pyramids of Giza stood out against 
the distant haze. The green trees of <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> below the masts of 
the Marconi wireless station indicated the nearest township, 
while the tall, slender minarets of the Citadel, half-hidden by 
the shoulder of the hills, turned all minds to <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name>—and leave.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Training began the next day with the following routine:</p>
        <p>
          <table rows="13" cols="2">
            <row>
              <cell>Reveille</cell>
              <cell>0600 hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Sick parade</cell>
              <cell>0615 hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Breakfast</cell>
              <cell>0700 hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Battalion parade</cell>
              <cell>0900 hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Morning parades</cell>
              <cell>0900–1200 hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Lunch</cell>
              <cell>1200–1300 hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Afternoon parades</cell>
              <cell>1315–<date when="1600">1600</date> hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Tea</cell>
              <cell><date when="1730">1730</date> hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Sergeants' mess</cell>
              <cell><date when="1800">1800</date> hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Officers' mess</cell>
              <cell><date when="1830">1830</date> hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>First Post</cell>
              <cell>2200 hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Last Post</cell>
              <cell>2215 hours</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Tattoo</cell>
              <cell>2230 hours</cell>
            </row>
          </table>
        </p>
        <p rend="indent">On 15 February some of the battalion's drivers went to Abbassia to collect transport and experienced for the first time the 
European practice of keeping to the right of the road and the art 
of dodging donkey carts, tram-cars, watermelon barrows, and 
cartloads of Egyptian women (‘bint carts’) along what was to 
be known thereafter as ‘The Mad Mile’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the month individual training was supplemented 
by courses in all infantry weapons—Bren, mortar, and anti-tank rifle. Many of these were new to the men and were issued 
only in training quantities. Companies also commenced shooting on the Egyptian range, and there was ample space in the 
desert behind the camp for platoon and company training.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n19" n="19"/>
        <p rend="indent">For the first few weeks the troops were on the British Army 
ration scale which, not then being supplemented by parcels 
from home, they found rather light. <name key="name-207994" type="person">General Freyberg</name>, always 
anxious about the welfare of his troops, was made aware of 
the men's views on their rations during a visit to <name key="name-002740" type="place">Abbassia</name>, where 
C Company was doing its field firing practice. Coming up 
behind the party on the mound he asked the sergeant in charge, 
‘How are the men shooting?’ The sergeant was the forcefully 
spoken Jack Hinton,<note xml:id="fn1-19" n="1"><p>Sgt J.D. Hinton, VC, m.i.d.; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-120184" type="place">Riverton</name>, <date when="1909-09-17">17 Sep 1909</date>; driver;
wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-04-29">29 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> later to win the VC at <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>. ‘How 
would you expect them to bloody well shoot,’ he replied briskly, 
without stopping to think, ‘—not enough bloody rations, stinking heat and sand.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘Repeat that,’ said the General.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Hinton repeated it.</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘What's your name, sergeant?’</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘Hinton, sir.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘Oh yes, Hinton,’ replied the General. ‘Carry on.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">The General then had a few words with the company commander, who in turn had a few words with his sergeant on how 
to speak to generals; but some time later it was announced that 
a grant of <hi rend="sc">I</hi>d. per man per day to buy extra rations had been 
approved.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 24 February the battalion marched to <hi rend="sc">I</hi><name key="name-012382" type="organisation">8 Battalion</name>'s 
parade ground for an inspection by General Sir Archibald 
Wavell. More important, in the opinion of the troops, was the 
arrival next day of the first mail from New Zealand. Soon night 
manoeuvres began and the men learned—often to the discomfiture of their officers—the amazing similarity which all desert 
features assume after dark. Route marches, which play such an 
important part in all infantry training, gradually increased in 
length. C Company's custom of singing on these marches such 
songs as ‘Roll out the Barrel’, ‘we'll hang out our washing 
on the Siegfried Line’, and many more colourful shearing-shed 
ditties is still remembered.</p>
        <p rend="indent">March opened with two more ceremonial parades, one on 
the <hi rend="sc">2</hi>nd for General ‘Jumbo’ Wilson and the other on the 9th 
for Sir Miles Lampson, the British Ambassador, an equally 
impressive figure. The drivers received practice in driving in
<pb xml:id="n20" n="20"/>
soft sand and in navigation by compass, while the rifle companies were being toughened by route marches over rough 
country. A never-failing phenomenon on these marches was 
the appearance at the first halt of native orange-sellers. Their 
wares were welcome, but as the prices at the outset were rather 
high the custom was to let ‘George’ carry his case full for a 
while until fatigue reduced his price.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Parade-ground standards were given due attention. An entry 
in Lance-Corporal Bretherton's<note xml:id="fn1-20" n="2"><p>Cpl D.H. Bretherton; Dunedin; born Cromwell, <date when="1917-05-07">7 May 1917</date>; farmer; wounded</p></note> diary for 11 March reads: 
‘Coy and Bn parade. HQ Coy had to do half an hour's extra 
drill under RSM Steele. Enjoyed it.’ A similar entry for the 
following day lacks the final laconic comment.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The weather during March was mainly cool with northerly 
breezes. Nights were surprisingly cold, with occasional rain. 
Although the battalion's war diary records that the general 
health of the troops was good, many suffered from chills when 
hot days were followed by treacherously cold nights. Cases of 
measles and influenza were reported. Towards the end of 
March temperatures rose and the flies became more numerous.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Recreational facilities were well patronised. Camp Naafis 
were the hub of life in the evenings. Through thickening clouds 
of smoke, and to the accompaniment of the clink of bottles of 
Stella beer, troops with an air of ever-hopeful concentration 
marked innumerable ‘Housie’ tickets in quest of the coveted but 
elusive ‘snowball’. Leave in <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name> with its cafés and bars, cinemas and museums, was an experience to suit all tastes. Races 
at <name key="name-015821" type="place">Gezira</name> and <name key="name-003798" type="place">Heliopolis</name> had many New Zealand patrons, while 
the quaint trills and wails of cabaret singers and the shuffle of 
dancing feet invited the men to nights of entertainment and 
excitement that sometimes presented the proprietors with more 
problems than they could handle.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Lectures and concerts also helped to provide entertainment 
for the troops. Trips to <name key="name-120041" type="place">Luxor</name> and tours of the mosques of <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name> 
were advertised in routine orders—among warnings against 
contracting chills, sunbathing, tattooing, or washing clothes in 
the shower houses. Repeated admonitions were given on such 
subjects as security of information and arms, <name key="name-023795" type="place">Naafi</name> breakages, 
the consumption of liquor on leave trains, and the production 
of paybooks when demanded by the military police.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n21" n="21"/>
        <p rend="indent">April, a month of contrasts, opened with thunder, lightning, 
and heavy rain. Training now advanced beyond the company 
stage, and on the 4th, in preparation for brigade manoeuvres, 
the battalion moved in desert formation six miles from camp 
and bivouacked for the night. At a quarter to five the following 
morning a practice attack under an imaginary barrage was 
carried out. The return to camp took the form of an exercise 
in withdrawal. Three days later, on the 8th, the battalion began 
probably the most gruelling exercise of its training when, as 
part of a brigade manoeuvre, it marched twenty-one and a half 
miles to a bivouac area south of <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name>. Marching this distance on the tarsealed road was a severe ordeal after training 
over sand, but the war diary records: ‘No march casualties 
evacuated to ADS.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">The following day the exercise was continued under extremely 
trying conditions. Most of those who took part would probably 
consider that the war diary entry—‘Heat very trying during 
long halt on Sunstroke Plain’—puts the matter too mildly. A 
night march to a forming-up area began at 1.30 a.m. on 
10 April. After an attack on the feature Husan Migalli, the 
troops spent the day at North Cone, gaining experience at least 
in erecting shelters from the sun with the aid of rifles and 
groundsheets. At 4.30 p.m. the battalion returned to the 
bivouac area of the previous night, and the following morning 
began to prepare a defensive position. The method recorded 
in the war diary reads: ‘Actual digging, imaginary wire, etc.’ 
The next day's exercise began at 1 a.m. with a withdrawal by 
night to a previously reconnoitred position where a defensive 
line was formed, this time without digging. The exercise ended 
at 5.30 a.m. The troops returned to camp and enjoyed a free 
afternoon, while for the officers there was the usual conference 
to discuss the week's training. The experience of the men is 
aptly summed up by Harry Bretherton in his diary: ‘Learned 
the value of water and got used to the taste of sand.’ As if the 
trials of desert manoeuvres were not enough, the khamsin 
added its little touch. During the evening of 13 April many 
tents were flattened in a gale and the end wall of the camp 
cinema was blown down. This month saw the first issue of summer clothing and also an outbreak of ‘Gippo tummy’, the latter 
the result of the increasing number of flies.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n22" n="22"/>
        <p rend="indent">From 22 to 25 April the battalion took part in another 
brigade exercise in a legendary war between Puttagonia (Brigadier Puttick)<note xml:id="fn1-22" n="3"><p>Lt-Gen Sir Edward Puttick, KCB, DSO and bar, m.i.d., MC (Gk), Legion of
Merit (US); <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>; born <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>, <date when="1890-06-26">26 Jun 1890</date>; Regular soldier; NZ Rifle
Bde 1914-19 (CO 3 Bn); comd <name key="name-001161" type="organisation">4 Bde</name> Jan 1940-Aug 1941; 2 NZ Div (<name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>)
29 Apr-27 May 1941; CGS and GOC NZ Military Forces, Aug 1941-Dec 1945.</p></note> and Milesia (under Brigadier Miles).<note xml:id="fn2-22" n="4"><p><name key="name-208719" type="person">Brig R. Miles</name>, CBE, DSO and bar, MC, ED, m.i.d.; born Springston, 10 Dec 
<date when="1892">1892</date>; Regular soldier; NZ Fd Arty 1914-19; CRA 2 NZ Div 1940-41; comd 
<name key="name-004368" type="organisation">2 NZEF</name> (<name key="name-029547" type="place">UK</name>) <date when="1940">1940</date>; wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>; died <name key="name-007594" type="place">Spain</name>, <date when="1943-10-20">20 Oct 1943</date>.</p></note> Despite 
difficulties with the Cypriot drivers of a Reserve Mechanical 
Transport company, the troops left on time for the <name key="name-014248" type="place">El Saff</name> area 
and by 4 p.m. took up a defensive position on <name key="name-014248" type="place">El Saff</name> ridge. 
An advance southward was followed by what was judged to 
be an unsuccessful attack across Wadi Nawimiya, and the 
battalion retired in the evening to take up a defensive position 
on El Tibn Knolls by eleven o'clock. During the night there 
was an extraordinary display of lightning. The troops spent 
24 April digging and wiring their positions, using altogether 
<date when="1700">1700</date> yards of dannert wire. The exercise ended next day with 
an Anzac Day service in the desert, and the battalion returned 
to camp in lorries.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The growing dissatisfaction of the troops in <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> with the 
programmes and plant of the camp cinema reached its climax 
on the night after the return to camp. For weeks past the 
inferior pictures shown and the frequent breakdowns had tried 
the men's patience: on the night of the 26th there were more 
than the usual number of stoppages, and when their demands 
that their money be returned were disregarded the men broke 
up chairs and pushed down the walls.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On the last day of April <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> announced 
on battalion parade that he intended to hold a written examination that afternoon, but that those who failed ‘would not 
be sent home’. In one question the men were asked to name the 
commander of 4 Brigade—then Brigadier Puttick. A large 
proportion of the men gave the appointment to the Colonel. 
On the same day the battalion suffered its first casualty when 
Private <name key="name-009359" type="person">Frew</name><note xml:id="fn3-22" n="5"><p><name key="name-009359" type="person">Pte W. Frew</name>; born NZ <date when="1915-07-02">2 Jul 1915</date>; surfaceman; died on active service 30 Apr
<date when="1940">1940</date>.</p></note> of B Company died at 2/10 General Hospital, 
<name key="name-009430" type="place">Helmieh</name>, of pneumococcal meningitis.</p>
        <p rend="indent">By May rumours of war with <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name> were rife and precautions 
were taken against air attack. Sandbagged shelters for anti-
<pb xml:id="n23" n="23"/>
aircraft guns were erected, respirators issued, and Passive Air 
Defence exercises begun. The battalion shared the digging of 
a defensive area near Red Mound in Wadi Tih, a task made 
difficult by the presence of ‘liquid sand’. Inlying picket duties 
(‘Stand-to’) from 3.15 to 5.15 a.m. and from 6 to 8 p.m. each 
day were carried out, at first by companies in rotation and later 
by the battalion for duty. On the 28th B and D Companies 
gave a demonstration of street fighting, and during the month 
several days were spent at <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name> pitching tents, amidst strong 
winds and much dust, for a British regiment.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 10 June <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name> declared war on Great Britain. The New 
Zealanders' reaction was one of keen delight. Troops at a concert by the Blue Pencil revue company in <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> Tent broke 
into cheers on hearing the news and the audience sang the 
national anthem with a patriotic fervour that stirred and uplifted every man who was there. Units on night manoeuvres 
returned happily to camp. Tents were dispersed, dug in and 
sandbagged, slit trenches were dug, and the troops stood-to at 
dawn and dusk ‘waiting hopefully for Italian parachutists’. 
Companies in turn went into <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name> on anti-paratroop duties at 
the <name key="name-015821" type="place">Gezira</name> racecourse, and later the whole battalion was quartered at Kasr-el-Nil barracks with the <name key="name-014157" type="organisation">Scots Guards</name> on a tour of 
duty. <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name> had its first air-raid alarm at two o'clock in the morning of 22 June when the city's sirens shrieked and searchlights 
and tracer shells from Egyptian anti-aircraft batteries lit the sky. 
A report that bombs had been dropped proved false, any 
damage done being caused by fragments from anti-aircraft 
shells fired at a British plane which had been sent up to intercept the raiders. After this raid the troops at the barracks were 
ordered to fill 5000 tins with sand for an air-raid shelter. Perhaps it was the work, perhaps it was the raid, perhaps it was 
the monotony of the tour of duty, but a barrel of beer disappeared from the canteen and remained one of the (officially) 
unsolved mysteries amongst a number of air-raid episodes.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the summer the battalion cricket team played several 
matches at <name key="name-002740" type="place">Abbassia</name>, Kasr-el-Nil, the Arsenal ground at Zamalek, and the Educational Institute. Leading players were Corporals Uttley<note xml:id="fn1-23" n="6"><p>Capt L.M. Uttley; <name key="name-036571" type="place">Whangarei</name>; born <name key="name-001298" type="place">Melbourne</name>, <date when="1916-01-18">18 Jan 1916</date>; civil servant;
p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> and Vincent.<note xml:id="fn2-23" n="7"><p>Sgt W.H. Vincent; Ahaura, <name key="name-025242" type="place">West Coast</name>; born NZ <date when="1910-09-24">24 Sep 1910</date>; clerk; p.w. 
<date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> The <hi rend="b">CO</hi> himself played on occas-
<pb xml:id="n24" n="24"/>
ions. It was during a cricket match at Kasr-el-Nil barracks on 
20 June that news was received of the arrival of the Second 
Echelon in England.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In July the battalion left <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> for the <name key="name-024430" type="place">Western Desert</name> on 
its first tour of duty in the <name key="name-001092" type="place">Mersa Matruh</name> area. The convoy 
moved through Giza and thence by the <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name>–<name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name> road 
to a bivouac area at Bahig, where it spent the night. Next day 
the 20th and a composite battalion consisting of companies 
from <name key="name-022808" type="organisation">4 Field Regiment</name>, the <name key="name-001158" type="organisation">Divisional Cavalry</name>, and 4 Brigade 
reinforcements moved to <name key="name-000862" type="place">Garawla</name>, occupying an area vacated 
by 18 Battalion. D Company was detailed for duty at a 
prisoner-of-war camp and B Company was placed in mobile 
reserve. A and C Companies commenced digging an anti-tank 
obstacle at Wadi Naghamish. This was a ditch fifteen feet wide 
and five feet deep, and the section allotted to the battalion was 
800 yards long. The work was hard and monotonous. Bathing 
in the refreshing <name key="name-007453" type="place">Mediterranean</name> helped to relieve the monotony 
but the unpleasant conditions were made worse by plagues of 
flies, choking dust-storms, and the inevitable bouts of dysentery. 
In three weeks ninety-eight men suffering from this complaint 
were sent to a British hospital in <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">A feature of the battalion's stay at <name key="name-000862" type="place">Garawla</name> was Private 
Norman Goffin's<note xml:id="fn1-24" n="8"><p>Hon 2 Lt N.G. Goffin; <name key="name-120035" type="place">Lower Hutt</name>; born Rothesay, <name key="name-120045" type="place">Scotland</name>, <date when="1911-09-01">1 Sep 1911</date>;
asst superintendent oil company; Conductor, <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> Camp Band, <date when="1943-12">Dec 1943</date>-
<date when="1945-08">Aug 1945</date>.</p></note> cornet playing. As well as sounding Last 
Post from C Company's lines, he also played such tunes as 
‘The Stranger of Galilee’, ‘Danny Boy’, ‘Silent Night’, or ‘Abide 
with Me’; as one man recalls, ‘we used to lie in bed and just 
listen’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Company radio sets broadcast the <name key="name-007278" type="organisation">BBC</name> news each night. On 
22 July at the end of the news it was stated that voluntary 
enlistment had ceased in New Zealand with a total of 58,000 
volunteers, and that there had been a big last-minute rush to 
join up. Next day the <hi rend="i">Egyptian Mail</hi>, as reliable as ever, published the news that 58,000 men had joined up in a last-minute 
rush.</p>
        <p rend="indent">By the end of July the battalion had returned thankfully to 
<name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name>, except for B Company which was on internal security 
tasks at <name key="name-015821" type="place">Gezira</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">August was fairly uneventful. C and D Companies under
<pb xml:id="n25" n="25"/>
Major Burrows went to <name key="name-006674" type="place">Suez</name> on special duty for two days. It 
was intended that they should relieve a British regiment that 
was to be sent to Italian Somaliland, but plans were changed 
and the relief did not take place. The companies returned to 
<name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> on 16 August. While they were away members of the 
companies left at <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> took part in a concert at <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> Tent 
on 15 August, and about this date the entertainment at Shafto's 
cinema was improved by the appearance of a soprano whose 
items received a tremendous ovation. On 20 August the battalion manned a defensive position near the camp against an 
attack by AFVs of the <name key="name-001158" type="organisation">Divisional Cavalry</name> during which ‘valuable lessons’ were learned. ‘Lay round in the sun from 9.30 to 
2.30 and yarned,’ records one diarist. ‘Sunburned as hell—like 
a piece of burnt toast.’ Perhaps as a result of this experience, 
topees were issued on the return to camp.</p>
        <p rend="indent">All troops went through the gas chamber, with and without 
respirators, while A and B Companies enjoyed the more pleasant experience of a picnic to the grotto on Gezira Island. 
B Company and No. 7 Platoon of A Company relieved companies of 27 (Machine Gun) Battalion guarding the aerodromes 
at <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name> and <name key="name-003798" type="place">Heliopolis</name>. In the last week of August ‘latrino-grams’ with more than usual foundation predicted another 
move from <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> Camp.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 1 September the battalion advance party under Major 
Dornwell<note xml:id="fn1-25" n="9"><p>Maj F.E. Dornwell, ED, m.i.d.; born <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>, <date when="1896-11-24">24 Nov 1896</date>; manager:
Auckland Regt, 1918–19 (2 Lt); died <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1956-06-11">11 Jun 1956</date>.</p></note> moved to <name key="name-009139" type="place">Amiriya</name> and was followed next day by 
the rest of the unit, which relieved a battalion of Rajputana 
Rifles of its duties on the line of communication to the Western 
Desert. Good accommodation and tentage were available in a 
rather dusty area, a disadvantage being that it was infested by 
hordes of fleas. The companies undertook security duties at 
<name key="name-000961" type="place">Ikingi Maryut</name> airfield, <name key="name-021818" type="place">Gharbaniyat</name>, and <name key="name-000728" type="place">Burg el Arab</name>, while 
C Company provided anti-aircraft protection on the trains running between <name key="name-000961" type="place">Ikingi Maryut</name> and <name key="name-001092" type="place">Mersa Matruh</name>, with company 
headquarters at <name key="name-003433" type="place">El Daba</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">While the battalion was at <name key="name-009139" type="place">Amiriya</name> the CO issued some notes 
for the guidance of section commanders, on whom fell a large 
share of responsibility for maintaining the morale of their men 
in the monotony of a garrison role. The memorandum read:</p>
        <pb xml:id="n26" n="26"/>
        <list type="simple">
          <head>
            <hi rend="sc">notes for section commanders</hi>
          </head>
          <label>1.</label>
          <item>
            <p>In the future the Bn will very frequently be distributed in section posts to a large extent, and the maintenance of its discipline, morale, and training will be largely your responsibility.</p>
          </item>
          <label>2.</label>
          <item>
            <p>These are some general rules you must invariably follow:</p>
            <list type="simple">
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(a)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>Start the day with the same routine as in camp, wash, shave, tidy up personal gear and bedding, clean rifles, brush clothes and equipment. Then carry out careful personal inspection at a set hour.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(b)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>Be strictly punctual with all reliefs.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(c)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>Don't allow grousing, set an example yourself of cheerfulness and briskness.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(d)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>Keep yourself and your men tidy, hair cut, clothes brushed, boots cleaned; the more difficult the conditions the more important this is.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(e)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>Don't allow your sentries to sit down or loll about. This only increases the danger of their falling asleep.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(f)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>When an inspecting officer appears, go yourself to meet him at the entrance to your post and see that all men not actually resting in the tent stand to attention.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(g)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>Make <hi rend="i">certain</hi> that every man in the section, including yourself, can quickly deal with any Bren gun stoppage and keep on practising. It is madness not to be perfect in this respect.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(h)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>Insist on scrupulous cleanliness in and around your post.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(i)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>See that your men know the correct method of challenging and practise it.</p>
              </item>
              <label>
                <hi rend="i">(j)</hi>
              </label>
              <item>
                <p>Allow no unauthorised persons inside your post.</p>
              </item>
            </list>
          </item>
          <label>3.</label>
          <item>
            <p>A soldier has to face <hi rend="sc">monotony, discomfort</hi> and the <hi rend="sc">enemy</hi>. We are already at grips with the first two and if we beat them will have no trouble with the third.</p>
          </item>
        </list>
        <p rend="indent">From <name key="name-009139" type="place">Amiriya</name> leave parties went by truck to <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name>, 
and from one of these trips Privates Tom Veitch<note xml:id="fn1-26" n="10"><p>Sgt T.J. Veitch; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1918-01-23">23 Jan 1918</date>; hosiery operator; wounded
<date when="1942-06-29">29 Jun 1942</date>; died <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1950-06-28">28 Jun 1950</date>.</p></note> and Paddy 
Welsh<note xml:id="fn2-26" n="11"><p>Cpl P.L.G. Welsh; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born Nightcaps, <date when="1914-07-24">24 Jul 1914</date>; motor salesman; p.w. <date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>; escaped <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name>, <date when="1943-09">Sep 1943</date>.</p></note> failed to return. There were rumours that the bodies 
of two soldiers had been found in the harbour and their friends 
began to wonder about their long absence. However, both 
returned a week later after having made an unauthorised trip 
round the <name key="name-007453" type="place">Mediterranean</name> in the cruiser <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207117" type="ship">Gloucester</name></hi>. Their behaviour had been good and they had a letter from the ship testifying
<pb xml:id="n27" n="27"/>
to this. On their return the RSM is said to have pored over 
‘King's Regs’ a little longer than usual.</p>
        <p rend="indent">After a preliminary reconnaissance by the CO, company 
commanders on 10 September went to <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name> to lay out the 
defensive position to be taken up there by the battalion. A Company moved to <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name> on the 16th and was followed on the 
27th by B, D, and HQ Companies, which bivouacked for a 
night at <name key="name-000728" type="place">Burg el Arab</name> on the way. Australian troops took over 
the area at <name key="name-009139" type="place">Amiriya</name> and in the opinion of most of the men were 
welcome to it. C Company, meanwhile, remained on railway 
duty at <name key="name-001485" type="place">Daba</name>, rejoining the battalion at <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name> on the 29th.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The September war diary records several deaths. On the 
19th a primus being used as a home-made forge exploded in the 
pioneer platoon's workshop, and two men, Privates <name key="name-009528" type="person">Lowe</name><note xml:id="fn1-27" n="12"><p><name key="name-009528" type="person">Pte O. Lowe</name>; born <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>, <date when="1915-04-05">5 Apr 1915</date>; blacksmith; died on active service <date when="1940-09-19">19 Sep 1940</date>.</p></note> and 
<name key="name-009626" type="person">Orlowski</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-27" n="13"><p><name key="name-009626" type="person">Pte W. J. Orlowski</name>; born <name key="name-120134" type="place">Oamaru</name>, <date when="1918-10-14">14 Oct 1918</date>; labourer; died on active
service <date when="1940-09-26">26 Sep 1940</date>.</p></note> were badly burned. Lowe died the same day at 
2/5 General Hospital and was buried the next day at the 
British war memorial cemetery, <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name>, the funeral being 
attended by the Colonel, four officers, and thirty other ranks 
from Headquarters Company, who also supplied the firing 
party. Private Orlowski died a week later and was accorded 
similar honours. Two naval officers and two ratings were also 
killed on 23 September while removing for examination a 
strange torpedo which had been reported on the beach near 
<name key="name-000728" type="place">Burg el Arab</name> by D Company the previous evening.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the last week of September work on the <name key="name-003303" type="place">Baggush Box</name> 
defences was begun. At this stage in North Africa it was 
expected that the Italians might attempt a drive on <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name> 
at any time. With the Rajputs on its left, the battalion began 
the laborious task of digging, concealing, and wiring its allotted 
area. Weapon pits, communication trenches, and dugouts were 
excavated, the digging varying from soft sand to rock too hard 
for picks and shovels. At night large quantities of sand would 
fall back into the diggings so that next morning some of the 
previous day's work had to be done again. ‘Cut and cover’ 
dugouts (usually spoken of by the men as ‘cut and shivers’) 
were revetted and covered over to make them invisible from the
<pb xml:id="n28" n="28"/>
air. The work proceeded smoothly but with a new significance 
after the CO had told his men that they would probably fight 
in their positions some day.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During October the work continued, enlivened on the 5th 
by a celebration of the anniversary of the <name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name>'s entry 
into <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> Camp. Issues of beer had been saved for the 
occasion and many dugout parties marked the end of the first 
year in the army. In a special order, ‘On this, the first anniversary of the formation of this unit’, <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> 
expressed to officers and men his thanks for ‘their good and 
loyal service during the past year’ and wished them good fortune 
in the future.</p>
        <p rend="indent">High-flying Italian planes began to pay evening calls when 
the moon was full and the troops made the acquaintance of 
their ‘thermos’ bombs, booby traps so called because of their 
resemblance to thermos flasks. After an air raid had caused 
casualties in an adjoining area, the order was given to dig tents 
down four feet and house trucks and lorries in pits. As part of 
the toughening-up process, and to make the battalion more 
mobile in the event of a hurried move, bedboards and palliasses 
were later dispensed with on the CO's orders, and everyone 
slept on groundsheets on the sand or made beds, illegally, of 
sandbags filled with newspapers.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the second week of October three <name key="name-003198" type="organisation">Royal Air Force</name> 
Gladiators co-operated to give the troops experience of a dive-bombing attack. The planes' performance was rather less 
spectacular than the men had been led to expect, but as a 
precaution against unauthorised retaliation from the ground 
magazines were removed from rifles before the demonstration 
began. On the same day, 10 October, Brigadier Puttick inspected the area and expressed his satisfaction at the siting of 
the positions, and on the 22nd the battalion sent representatives 
to an inspection by the Rt. Hon. Anthony Eden, then Secretary 
of State for War.</p>
        <p rend="indent">As changes from the monotony of digging, the battalion, by 
companies, carried out field firing in a wadi a few miles away 
and, on 23–24 October, combined with the tanks of 7 Royal 
Tank Regiment in a two-day exercise—though it must be said 
here that the tanks were represented by lorries carrying a petrol 
tin on a pole. Harry Bretherton's diary for 26 October records,
<pb xml:id="n29" n="29"/>
‘Sandstorm and flies. Worst day in Egypt.’ Still another diversion was the training in tank hunting given by the RSM. This 
was based on methods taught to a 4 Brigade demonstration 
squad by an NCO whose knowledge had been gained with the 
International Brigade during the Spanish civil war. Sea bathing and inter-company football matches provided recreation.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About this time one D Company private, well known as the 
battalion barber, assiduously produced his own hand-written 
news-sheet, <hi rend="i">The Muddle East Rumour</hi>, which appeared regularly 
on the company notice-board.</p>
        <p rend="indent">November saw further routine training, including another 
brigade exercise. It is remembered for two incidents—the first 
when one of the battalion's Bren carriers, while refuelling, 
caught fire and a thousand rounds of .303 ammunition went 
up in the flames; and the second, shortly afterwards, when 
an Italian plane, attracted by the fire, dropped several bombs 
close to the bivouac area. The usual order to dig in, obeyed 
only perfunctorily until this raid, suddenly assumed a new 
importance, and through the darkness echoed the clinking 
tattoo of many shovels and picks as men deepened their trenches 
in expectation of another raid. On another manoeuvre the 
provosts became lost and suddenly found themselves back in 
camp.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The fourth death in the battalion occurred on 13 November 
when Private Wattie Jack,<note xml:id="fn1-29" n="14"><p>Pte W.H. Jack; born Mossburn, <date when="1911-12-30">30 Dec 1911</date>; labourer; died on active service
<date when="1940-11-13">13 Nov 1940</date>.</p></note> a well-known boxer, was killed 
when the dugout in which he was working collapsed on top of 
him. Early the same evening a sole enemy plane made two 
machine-gunning runs over the nearby aerodrome, setting fire 
to a troop-carrier on the ground. A large column of smoke shot 
up and a lot of tracer began to fly about, some of it close over 
the battalion lines.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Further field firing, a month's interchange of appointments 
among subalterns, and an inspection of each company in turn 
by the CO completed the month, during which the weather 
had become much colder. Several showers were followed on 
the 27th by a heavy downpour which flooded dugouts and 
trenches and washed away part of their walls. Tents built in 
wadis were flooded and some of them collapsed. One tent and
<pb xml:id="n30" n="30"/>
its occupant were washed down a wadi, the soldier having to 
return next day to search for his teeth. Several days were spent 
in digging out weapon pits and dugouts and in drying wet 
clothes and bedding.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At one stage during the battalion's sojourn at <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name> 
several NCOs and men were detached to supervise the work of 
Sudanese natives who were employed in digging an anti-tank 
ditch. A corporal's life is never an easy one but this ‘Wog 
driving’ imposed more than usual strain. It seemed almost impossible either to make the natives understand what was wanted 
or to keep them at work once they had grasped the idea. The 
climax came when one of the labourers rushed up to Lance-Corporal Fred Mason<note xml:id="fn1-30" n="15"><p>L-Cpl F.T. Mason; Dunedin; born Dunedin, <date when="1917-02-12">12 Feb 1917</date>; brass polisher.</p></note> and placed in his arms his latest find 
—an unexploded ‘thermos’ bomb.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During December instructions were received from Brigade 
Headquarters that work on defensive positions was to be confined to maintenance. At this stage men might easily have 
become ‘browned off’ but for the CO's ingenuity in planning 
methods of training. A minimum of three days each week was 
to be spent in training; and it was during this period that 
company fought and manoeuvred against company outside the 
‘Box’ in a manner reminiscent of the Tai Tapu manoeuvres. 
Companies fed themselves, marched, patrolled, evaded and 
surprised each other, and learned a great deal about handling 
themselves in the desert. There was plenty of movement in 
transport and on foot. Altogether it was a most useful training 
period.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Sandstorms and rain were the major discomforts of mid-winter at <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name>, unless one includes the military and general 
knowledge tests given to the NCOs. Khaki-drill shorts and 
shirts were still being worn, and men on picket at night often 
wrapped blankets around them on top of greatcoats and pullovers. Battle dress was not issued until the middle of January, 
after the battalion had moved to <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name> Camp.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The battalion transport drivers, familiar by now with most 
of the hazards of driving in sand, left <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name> on 11 December 
for <name key="name-001092" type="place">Mersa Matruh</name>. Under command of Major Burrows, they 
formed part of a convoy of New Zealand transport which was
<pb xml:id="n31" n="31"/>
used in General Wavell's offensive which had begun on 
9 December. On the outward journey, according to Harry 
Bretherton and Eric Taylor,<note xml:id="fn1-31" n="16"><p>Cpl E.C. Taylor, m.i.d.; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born NZ <date when="1902-02-12">12 Feb 1902</date>; motor mechanic.</p></note> two of the drivers in this convoy, 
petrol was carried to a British supply dump near <name key="name-001329" type="place">Sidi Barrani</name>. 
Navigating by compass, the convoy then cut across the desert 
to prisoner-of-war cages in which thousands of miserable Libyans and Italians awaited transport to <name key="name-001092" type="place">Mersa Matruh</name>. They 
were in a variety of uniforms, some even wearing the galabiehs 
and turbans recalling the streets of <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name>. After unloading the 
prisoners the convoy camped for the night near <name key="name-427363" type="place">Charing Cross</name> 
and returned next morning to <name key="name-023779" type="place">Matruh</name> railway station to load 
rations. Camp cooks brought up a hot meal from <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name>, a 
welcome change after dry rations, but a blinding sandstorm 
made chewing rather gritty. That night the drivers slept in 
slit trenches in a fruitless endeavour to avoid the driving sand, 
with which by next morning they and their blankets were 
liberally coated.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Next day the convoy took rations to a dump 18 miles south 
of <name key="name-001351" type="place">Sollum</name>. Travelling slowly next day, the convoy made an 
unofficial stop near a recently captured Italian position at 
<name key="name-016309" type="place">Tummar West</name>, where the drivers searched dugouts for souvenirs and emerged with new Italian rifles, the ‘Red Devil’ 
hand grenades, cases of sardines, clothing, abundant supplies 
of macaroni, bottles of mineral water, wines and liqueurs. The 
convoy halted again at 5 p.m. and the men were told to go to 
bed. Shortly afterwards, on fresh orders, the trucks were hurriedly packed and the convoy set off on a very cold and difficult 
all-night drive to a petrol dump, which was reached about 
eight o'clock next morning. After delivering its cases of petrol 
at the supply dump south of <name key="name-001351" type="place">Sollum</name> the convoy returned to 
<name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name> on, 20 December. That night the drivers celebrated 
their return with a very fair fireworks display from the souvenirs 
brought back from the Italian fort.</p>
        <p rend="indent">For the rest of the battalion lingering at <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name>, these were 
weeks of disappointment as the battle swept west to success 
after success without their help. Perhaps for this reason Christmas celebrations began some days before Christmas Day and 
continued as long as the money or the beer lasted. Officers
<pb xml:id="n32" n="32"/>
waited on the men at Christmas dinner and there was a spirit 
of good-fellowship in the battalion lines.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The drivers began their second excursion into the Western 
Desert on 30 December when a convoy of 15-cwt trucks returned 
to <name key="name-000728" type="place">Burg el Arab</name> to pick up Australian infantry of the 2/7 and 
2/11 Battalions who were going forward to take part in General 
Wavell's campaign. After staying the night at <name key="name-000728" type="place">Burg el Arab</name>, 
the convoy journeyed past <name key="name-001092" type="place">Mersa Matruh</name> to a camp just outside <name key="name-427363" type="place">Charing Cross</name> where it spent the night. New Zealand 
drivers, accustomed to observing a strict blackout, were mildly 
surprised when the easy-going Australians lit fires everywhere, 
quite unconcerned about enemy planes. Next morning the convoy moved through <name key="name-001329" type="place">Sidi Barrani</name> to <name key="name-001351" type="place">Sollum</name> and up over <name key="name-011218" type="place">Halfaya</name> 
Pass to an area between Fort <name key="name-000737" type="place">Capuzzo</name> and <name key="name-000620" type="place">Bardia</name>, where the 
infantry debussed, formed up, and went straight in to attack 
<name key="name-000620" type="place">Bardia</name> that night. The trucks were shelled while in this area, 
returned across the flat at top speed, and reached <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name> the 
following afternoon. An Italian radio broadcast extolling the 
bravery of their soldiers defending <name key="name-000620" type="place">Bardia</name> against ‘800 tanks and 
400,000 men’ gave the drivers ‘a bigger laugh than usual’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 11 January preparations were made to move to <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name> 
as the first step towards the concentration of the Division. Next 
day, after striking tents, the men endured the worst dust-storm 
of their experience. Lying on the ground, they huddled into 
their equipment which had been rolled up ready to be taken 
to the station. A Company alone had not struck its tents and 
Captain Mitchell<note xml:id="fn1-32" n="17"><p>Maj T.H. Mitchell; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1904-12-09">9 Dec 1904</date>; electrical
engineer; wounded <date when="1941-11-26">26 Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> allowed his men to shelter in them to the 
last possible minute. The transport moved to <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name> under 
Captain Orr<note xml:id="fn2-32" n="18"><p>Maj R.S. Orr, ED; Dunedin; born Dunedin, <date when="1903-09-04">4 Sep 1903</date>; electrical engineer;
p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>; escaped <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name>, <date when="1943-09">Sep 1943</date>; safe in <name key="name-035423" type="place">Switzerland</name>, <date when="1943-12">Dec 1943</date>.</p></note> and the troops entrained at 6 p.m. on 13 January, most of them pleased to bid a noisy goodbye to ‘<name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name> 
by the sea’. The journey, which was expected to take fifteen 
hours, took twenty-four, and the battalion did not reach Helwan until about 6 p.m. on 14 January, passing on the way into 
the camp the floodlit prisoner-of-war compound.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Settling in took several days, a good part of which was spent 
in pitching tents and digging them in. The men were eager to 
renew acquaintance with <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name>; at the weekend they crowded
<pb xml:id="n33" n="33"/>
into buses for a breakneck dash to <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name> station and thence 
by diesel train to Bab-el-Louk.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The battalion guard on 18 January brought a warm tribute 
from <name key="name-207994" type="person">General Freyberg</name>, who in a letter of congratulation to 
the CO added the postscript, ‘It really was a very well mounted 
guard.’ Not all the battalion's guards were as successful, the 
corporal of one of the early guards at <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> achieving minor 
distinction during an inspection by General Wavell by prefacing the order to present arms with the order ‘Right turn’. The 
result was that the General took the salute from a guard which 
faced away from him in file. The General was amused and is 
reported to have commented that he had been in the army a 
long while but that this was the first time he had seen a guard 
present arms in that fashion. Other senior officers who saw the 
manoeuvre were more critical.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Training recommenced with route marches and practice in 
pontoon bridging, followed by river-crossing exercises on the <name key="name-120039" type="place">Nile</name> 
in small assault boats which were later used for races. Against 
the current it was hard work to row the clumsy craft across and 
some men got a wetting when their boats capsized. On the 
23rd the battalion marched out for an exercise in advancing 
under a live-ammunition barrage. To men weary of training 
under imaginary conditions it was their best ‘stunt’ to date. 
To quote <name key="name-018379" type="person">Bill Glue</name>'s<note xml:id="fn1-33" n="19"><p><name key="name-018379" type="person">Capt W.A. Glue</name>; <name key="name-120035" type="place">Lower Hutt</name>; born <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>, <date when="1916-02-05">5 Feb 1916</date>; journalist.</p></note> dairy, ‘It was a realistic show—plenty 
of noise, dust, and smoke, and the shriek of shells overhead.’ 
Five days later a practice in river crossing by night was successfully carried out, the whole battalion being ferried across the 
<name key="name-120039" type="place">Nile</name>. This time no one fell in. On 31 January a route march 
of 12 miles was made in desert formation. <name key="name-003198" type="organisation">Royal Air Force</name> 
planes were expected to co-operate and dive-bomb the battalion, 
but interest faded as the planes failed to appear, although one 
flew quietly past, miles away.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the first week of February companies in turn carried 
out rifle and Bren practices at the <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> range. Coaches were 
appointed to raise the less-qualified to the necessary standard. 
On 10 February <name key="name-003201" type="organisation">Royal Engineers</name> demonstrated the use of anti-tank mines, Bangalore torpedoes to blow gaps in barbed-wire 
entanglements, and the neutralising of booby traps. The thrill 
of being within the danger area of large quantities of explosives 
was increased during a demonstration with a Bangalore torpedo
<pb xml:id="n34" n="34"/>
when a large piece of the piping landed amongst the spectators.</p>
        <p rend="indent">A football match with 26 Battalion, won by the latter 26—nil, 
the divisional boxing championships and, on 14 February, a 
divisional regatta were the chief diversions from training. During the boat races there were quite a few capsizes, one of them 
caused when the chain of a passing felucca fouled one of the 
boats. Another craft was swamped and two of the occupants 
swam ashore complete with rifle, pack, and steel helmet.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 16 February at church parade the recently formed 
4 Brigade Band appeared. It had originally been formed from 
men of the battalion in the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> during the voyage to Egypt.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At various stages in their training the troops had been 
required to use their imaginations in such matters as wire, 
tanks, and air cover; now for the next exercise, a practice in 
a beach landing, boats too were imaginary. Four Bren carriers, 
connected by ropes which enclosed a number of troops, represented landing craft. On 18 February New Zealand engineers 
gave a demonstration of how to haul a Bren carrier up a cliff. 
A mild sensation was caused when they ran out of rope, and a 
carrier containing Private <name key="name-009720" type="person">Southon</name><note xml:id="fn1-34" n="20"><p><name key="name-009720" type="person">Pte R. Southon</name>; born Kaikoura, <date when="1912-10-03">3 Oct 1912</date>; transport driver; died on active</p></note> was left temporarily suspended in mid-air. Next day selected personnel carried out 
shooting practice on the anti-aircraft range on the <name key="name-006674" type="place">Suez</name> road, 
firing tracer ammunition at balloon targets.</p>
        <p rend="indent">A medical inspection of all companies was completed by 
25 February. This, and the issue next day of tommy guns, 
revived rumours of a move which had been inspired a month 
previously by an issue of sandshoes. Lectures by the Brigade 
Intelligence Officer on what to report to Intelligence from the 
front line, further instruction in anti-gas precautions, and the 
arrival of reinforcements on 28 February gave added weight 
to the rumours already current, and three days later (another 
rumour) Lord ‘Haw-Haw’ was reported to have confidently 
announced that ‘<name key="name-207994" type="person">General Freyberg</name>'s circus is on the move’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Whatever the destination might be the men were keen to go. 
Training periods that are indefinitely prolonged have a soul-searing effect; even the attractions of Egypt were beginning to 
pall, while its disadvantages were endured with diminishing 
patience. Men felt that they had ‘missed the bus’ in <name key="name-001027" type="place">Libya</name> last 
December. The crowded Italian prisoner-of-war camp nearby
<pb xml:id="n35" n="35"/>
made them envious of the accomplishments of the Australians. 
Preparations were over at last, and the words in the army paybook, ‘On Active Service’, were about to assume their real significance.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The battalion's commanding officer, writing to a friend in 
New Zealand on the eve of leaving <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name>, said: ‘We have not 
wasted our time. We are ready. My men will do their whole 
duty.’</p>
        <p rend="center">* * * * *</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the battalion's first year in Egypt boredom and sickness had been its enemies. It had yet to fire a shot at the enemy 
against whom it had trained so assiduously; none of its four 
casualties had been killed in action. Some of the men had had 
anxious moments and close escapes from bombs dropped by 
high-flying Italian planes, and a few on anti-aircraft sentry duty 
had relished the opportunity to hit back with their light machine 
guns but had scored no known successes. Most of the troops 
had had to be content to lie in their beds at night and listen 
to the surge of the motors of the three-engined Italian planes 
(‘organ-grinders’ they called them) as they circled overhead in 
the moonlight looking for a target. It was too passive a role 
for men keen to see action.</p>
        <p rend="indent">No unit is altogether free from crime, which is a harsh name 
under which to classify the misdemeanours of men intent often 
only on enjoying their leave; and the battalion was no exception. Out of an average strength of between 650 and 750, 
approximately 150 men appeared ‘on the mat’ during their 
first year in Egypt, most of them charged with absence without 
leave, drunkenness, absence from parade, or with that old 
favourite, ‘conduct to the prejudice of good order and discipline’. A soldier who overstayed his leave for an hour or so and 
was unlucky enough to get caught could expect two or three 
days' CB; if his absence was longer his punishment might be 
seven days' CB or field punishment and the loss of one or more 
days' pay. If he was guilty of drunkenness the penalty was 
usually two or three days' CB or a fine of <hi rend="sc">ios</hi>. or £I, according 
to the circumstances and the frequency of the offence; but if 
drunkenness was combined with a more serious charge, such 
as striking a superior officer, resisting an escort, or wilful 
defiance of authority, the punishment was usually detention
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for a period of from seven to twenty-eight days. A man who 
was found both drunk and out of bounds was given 10 days' 
detention; another who was drunk while driving an army 
vehicle received 17 days' detention.<note xml:id="fn1-36" n="21"><p>CB, confinement to barracks, meant that the soldier (usually referred to as a
‘defaulter’) was prohibited from leaving the unit's lines and was required to attend
a number of extra parades, in varying orders of dress, ‘at uncertain hours throughout the day’. Defaulters were summoned by bugle to the battalion orderly room
to answer the defaulters' call: ‘You can be a defaulter as long as you like / As
long as you answer the call’ and were given extra fatigues, sometimes unpleasant, or drill. Field punishment was awarded for an offence committed on active
service in the field; where possible, the sentence was served in a field punishment
centre. The soldier under sentence was ‘subject to the like labour, employment,
and restraint … as if he were under sentence of imprisonment with hard labour’,
and could be kept in irons. Detention was served in the military equivalent of a
civil prison. Pay was forfeited by a soldier serving a sentence of field punishment
or detention.</p></note></p>
        <p rend="indent">In the first year overseas only about twenty men of the battalion were sent to detention barracks at the Citadel or at <name key="name-002740" type="place">Abbassia</name>, 
but several of these men served two or three sentences at one or 
both of these places. A man who had been awarded 28 days' 
detention for defiant behaviour at Colombo had not completed 
this term when he received a further 21 days for ‘offering 
violence to a superior officer’ and resisting an escort. About 
two months later he faced charges of drunkenness, of using 
insubordinate language to a superior officer and resisting an 
escort, and received 28 days' detention. He was again in trouble 
in August when he was given 21 days' field punishment for 
disobeying a lawful command. Scarcely had he completed this 
sentence when a further seven days were added for ‘disobedience, in such a manner as to show a wilful defiance of authority, 
of a lawful command given personally by his superior officer’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Another ‘character’, whose offences included drunkenness 
on at least four occasions—once when he had been warned 
for duty—as well as absence without leave, failure to parade, 
offering violence and using threatening language to a superior 
officer, was sent to the detention barracks for periods of 21 and 
28 days and was also awarded 21 days' field punishment and 
two or three shorter terms of CB. Another man, well known 
in the battalion by his nickname, spent 14 days and then 
10 days at the Citadel during the first few months in Egypt 
on charges of conduct to the prejudice of good order and discipline. On the second occasion he was punished for malingering; to avoid duty he had paraded sick with diarrhoea, but
<pb xml:id="n37" n="37"/>
had failed to prove to the satisfaction of the Regimental Medical 
Officer that he was suffering from this complaint. In due course 
he came back from the Citadel a smarter soldier but unrepentant. He reported that he had spent most of the time in a 
cell scrubbing pots and pans with bath brick, that he had 
cleaned his brass, web, and boots about three times a day, that 
even finger-nails were inspected and that all drill was done at 
the double. The place was far too tough, he reported. The 
experience left him with a predilection never to double when 
ordered, a circumstance that was to cause him much trouble 
during his army career.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On <date when="1940-06-08">8 June 1940</date> the theft of the Headquarters Company payroll amounting to £102 was discovered. There was a muster 
parade and kit inspection for the whole battalion, and a man 
from this company was apprehended in <name key="name-001387" type="place">Port Said</name> and brought 
back next day in civilian clothes with £52 in his possession. In 
due course a field general court martial found him guilty of 
desertion and stealing public money, and he was sentenced to 
six months' detention.</p>
        <p rend="indent">A soldier who ‘committed an offence against the person of an 
inhabitant of the country in which he is serving’ (he assaulted 
an Egyptian) and resisted an escort received a court-martial 
sentence of 60 days' detention.<note xml:id="fn1-37" n="22"><p>Before he could serve his sentence the battalion left for <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> and the soldier
went with it. He was wounded at <name key="name-001072" type="place">Markopoulon</name> and, on his return to Egypt, found
a sixty-day pay stoppage in operation. When the CO himself got back from <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>,
however, he insisted that ‘If a man fights for his country he must be paid’. He was.</p></note> A corporal who impeded ‘an 
NCO legally exercising authority on behalf of the Provost 
Marshal’—in other words, a red-cap—and who also resisted an 
escort, was reduced to the ranks and served 28 days' detention. 
Two men who broke out of camp, told a falsehood to an NCO, 
resisted escort, were not in possession of their paybooks and 
refused to give their particulars when asked were both given 
21 days' detention. Two soldiers found sleeping at their posts 
while acting as anti-aircraft sentries at <name key="name-015821" type="place">Gezira</name> were both sentenced to 60 days' detention, and a third who left his post 
before he was relieved was given 90 days' field punishment.<note xml:id="fn2-37" n="23"><p>‘The great majority of these crimes were military crimes and the cases mentioned above include all those that would have involved penalties in civilian life,’
says <name key="name-208411" type="person">General Kippenberger</name>. ‘I am emphatic that the great majority of the battalion
were extremely well behaved and that the few who committed any serious offences
and were punished for them were very much the exception, and in no case did they
prove any use in action.</p></note></p>
      </div>
      <pb xml:id="n38" n="38"/>
      <div xml:id="c4" type="chapter">
        <head>CHAPTER 4<lb/>
The Campaign in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name></head>
        <p><hi rend="sc">Preparations</hi> for departure and last-minute issues of weapons 
and equipment—mosquito cream, anti-gas ointment, tommy guns—made busy the last days of February and the first 
three days of March. It rained most of the time, endless working parties were required to load platoon trucks or help in the 
battalion store, men were hard to find and tempers sometimes 
frayed. There were scores of rumours and much speculation 
about the battalion's destination, covering all possible battlefronts from the <name key="name-005851" type="place">Far East</name> to the Dodecanese Islands; parades 
for this and parades for that; a final session in the gas chamber 
to test respirators; a final session in <name key="name-003601" type="place">Cairo</name> and some farewell 
parties in the <name key="name-023795" type="place">Naafi</name>. On 3 March Major Burrows left <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name> 
with the transport for <name key="name-009139" type="place">Amiriya</name>, a bleak and dusty desert transit 
camp about 12 miles from <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name>. Floods there delayed 
the departure of the rail party until the following morning, 
when, ‘loaded up to the eyebrows’, the troops clambered aboard 
26 Battalion's transport and were taken in three flights to the 
<name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name> railway siding and entrained, wearing topees, in drizzling rain. Several very disappointed officers and NCOs were 
left behind at 33 Infantry Training Depot to help train the 
recently arrived sections of the 4th Reinforcements.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The battalion detrained at <name key="name-000961" type="place">Ikingi Maryut</name> about half past 
six and was met by Major Burrows and company guides. As a 
climax to an uncomfortable day the men marched about two 
miles carrying all their gear. Some of the recent reinforcements 
who had not had the hardening training of the <name key="name-000814" type="organisation">First Echelon</name> 
men found this a severe ordeal.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The troops were housed in hastily erected tents. Although 
dust-storms made the following six days very unpleasant, company training was carried out. No leave was granted. The 
<name key="name-023795" type="place">Naafi</name> sold out of beer and Australians had burnt down the 
camp cinema. Rations were light and the nights were cold. 
No one was sorry to leave <name key="name-009139" type="place">Amiriya</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The transport party was first to go. At <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name> it was
<pb xml:id="n39" n="39"/>
divided into two sections, the first leaving on 8 March under 
Captain Garriock<note xml:id="fn1-39" n="1"><p>Capt A.I. Garriock; <name key="name-005626" type="place">Nelson</name>; born Helensburgh, <name key="name-120045" type="place">Scotland</name>, <date when="1911-04-15">15 Apr 1911</date>; traffic
officer; wounded <date when="1941-05-23">23 May 1941</date>.</p></note> in the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-009753" type="place">Thurland Castle</name></hi> and the <hi rend="i">Cingalese Prince;</hi> 
the last section—comprising eleven of the heavier lorries—did 
not get away until the 13th when it left in the <hi rend="i">City of Norwich.</hi></p>
        <p rend="indent">There were only twenty-one New Zealanders in the <hi rend="i">Thurland 
Castle</hi>, the rest of the passengers belonging to an English 
armoured unit with Daimler scout cars. Dry rations were provided, the men cooking with primuses and receiving only tea 
from the ship. The troops lived, cooked, and slept on the deck, 
so the fine weather was welcome, particularly as the transport 
was only a tramp steamer, with no canvas covers or shelter of 
any kind. In the <hi rend="i">Cingalese Prince</hi> was another English armoured 
unit with infantry tanks. Men slept anywhere, chiefly on the 
top deck, and rations were similar to those provided in the 
other ship. Drivers took turn on ack-ack picket, manning the 
two Bren guns which were the ship's sole protection.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Three days later the convoy arrived at <name key="name-001219" type="place">Piraeus</name> and disembarked without incident. Driving through <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> the men 
received a tumultuous welcome from the crowds in the streets, 
who threw flowers and handed up wine. In the midst of this 
demonstration the convoy was split up and some trucks went 
miles out of their course before locating the camp at <name key="name-009457" type="place">Hymettus</name>, 
where they were to await the arrival of the infantry. Here a 
week was spent checking over trucks, sightseeing in <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>, and 
making first acquaintance with Greek food and wines.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 11 March the rest of the battalion moved from <name key="name-009139" type="place">Amiriya</name>, 
again on foot with all gear. After a two-hours' wait at Ikingi 
Maryut they entrained for <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name> and embarked on the 
<hi rend="i">Breconshire</hi>. The troops were housed in the holds without unreasonable crowding. Amenities were few and the men slept 
on steel decks. The ship, a modern cargo vessel, had been built 
in <name key="name-006393" type="place">Hong Kong</name> in <date when="1939">1939</date> and had been largely reconstructed and 
equipped as a Navy fuel-carrier. Some of the senior officers 
shared cabins with the ship's officers. The men were on hard 
rations during the crossing, receiving from the ship only soup 
at lunch-time and tea twice a day—at breakfast and at the 
evening meal.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The convoy—eight ships and two destroyers—sailed at 5 a.m.
<pb xml:id="n40" n="40"/>
on 12 March. On the second day at sea a bad storm caused 
smaller vessels to seek shelter off <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> and visibility became so 
poor that the men felt comparatively safe from submarine attack, let alone danger from the air. Surprisingly few were sick.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the evenings Crown-and-Anchor had its customary followers, while a few men began to learn Greek with help from 
the Cypriot troops on board. During the first morning at sea 
the battalion's destination had been announced when the 
Colonel read a special order of the day from <name key="name-207994" type="person">General Freyberg</name>. 
Unofficial information, of course, had come earlier from the 
ship's crew. In the best traditions of the sea the sailors were 
generous in their hospitality, and some men at least have 
pleasant recollections of a quiet rum in the seclusion of the 
ship's quarters or a fried egg in the galley.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the voyage the Chief Officer explained the procedure 
to be adopted in the event of air attack or the order to abandon 
ship. The vessel was equipped with armour-plated decks and 
special bomb-proof hatches; the latter, incidentally, were on a 
level with the decks on which the men were sleeping and were 
calculated to deflect the force of an explosion upwards. The 
troops were not greatly encouraged by this information.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Apart from the storm the voyage was uneventful, and early 
on the morning of 15 March the convoy moved into <name key="name-001219" type="place">Piraeus</name> harbour. The men lined the decks for their first glimpse of <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> 
and of a landscape that reminded them of New Zealand. Treeclad hills capped with snow rose gradually to rugged mountains 
from whose heights swept an icy wind.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Disembarkation was rapid and well organised. The troops 
marched a short distance and embussed in transport. Even before leaving <name key="name-001219" type="place">Piraeus</name> the men received an enthusiastic greeting 
from the wharf labourers and inhabitants in the vicinity of the 
docks, a marked contrast to that received by several hundred 
bearded Italian prisoners who simultaneously marched through 
the streets of <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> to the accompaniment of derisive hissing. 
At this time the peculiar Greek wave of welcome, palm upwards, was noticed and was at first thought to be a beckoning 
sign, especially when waved by the younger and prettier of 
<name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>'s female population.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The route to the camp at <name key="name-009457" type="place">Hymettus</name> ran past the German 
Embassy in <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>, where the men noticed with great interest
<pb xml:id="n41" n="41"/>
and a certain amount of incredulity the two large swastika flags 
hanging from the balcony and the jack-booted storm troopers 
with swastika armbands standing in the doorway. It was hard 
to realise that as yet <name key="name-008556" type="place">Germany</name> and <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> were not at war. 
The camp was situated on pine-covered grassy slopes in a large 
park several miles beyond <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> and later proved to be a most 
difficult place to find in a blackout.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On Sunday, 16 March, a crisp spring morning, the troops 
were awakened by the air-raid sirens in <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>. At the battalion church parade Padre <name key="name-009722" type="person">Spence</name><note xml:id="fn1-41" n="2"><p><name key="name-009722" type="person">Rev. G. A. D. Spence</name>, OBE, MC, m.i.d.; Dunedin; born Feilding, 8 Feb
<date when="1901">1901</date>; Presbyterian minister; SCF <name key="name-004368" type="organisation">2 NZEF</name>, Apr 1944-Oct 1945; wounded 17 Jul
<date when="1942">1942</date>.</p></note> compared the battalion's 
stormy crossing with Paul's experience of the <name key="name-007453" type="place">Mediterranean</name> 
and the Colonel gave a talk on the history of <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> in which 
he impressed upon the men that they were not to treat the 
inhabitants as ‘Wogs’. The same day orders were received that 
Major MacDuff was to command the reinforcement camp near 
<name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> and Lieutenant Washbourn<note xml:id="fn2-41" n="3"><p>Maj G.W. Washbourn; <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>; born <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>, <date when="1916-07-13">13 Jul 1916</date>; bank clerk;
p.w. <date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>; now Regular Force.</p></note> assumed command of 
A Company.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Leave was granted to 20 per cent of the battalion at a time 
and most men saw <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>. There they visited the <name key="name-120049" type="place">Acropolis</name>, 
the Palace gardens, and various places of historical interest, or 
as a relaxation from sightseeing passed the time in one of the 
many small wineshops which sold mavrodaphne, koniac, and 
even German beer. In the streets shabby Greek soldiers with 
the toes cut from their boots to ease the pain of frost-bitten 
feet provided a truer picture of their country at war than the 
striking looking Evzones in short kilt, tasselled slippers, and 
long white stockings.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Routine orders for this period stressed the danger of drinking 
contaminated water, warned all troops against the presence of 
fifth columnists, and stated the obligation to salute Greek 
officers. Great care was to be taken to conceal the camp from 
the air and a strict blackout was to be observed. Anti-aircraft 
LMGs were mounted and air-raid sentries posted.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 17 March preparations were made for the move north 
to take up a defensive position in the <name key="name-005805" type="place">Aliakmon line</name>. It was 
not a smooth operation. A guide from No. 80 Base Sub-Area
<pb xml:id="n42" n="42"/>
did not turn up till 8.30 a.m. on the 18th, over an hour after 
the battalion transport had left under Major Burrows for 
<name key="name-003953" type="place">Katerini</name>. Transport for the troops and their baggage had been 
arranged but word cancelling this was received at 11 a.m. In 
the end the baggage was loaded on to two ten-tonners found 
by the Adjutant. A, B, and C Companies marched to Rouf 
siding, while Headquarters and D Companies were carried in 
transport obtained from <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name>, the Divisional Supply 
Column, and other units. During their march through <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>, 
again past the German Embassy, the troops received a great 
ovation from the crowds gathered on the roadway. Six officers 
and eighty other ranks were left behind in an infantry reinforcement depot at <name key="name-009457" type="place">Hymettus</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The battalion's officers at this date, including those detached 
to remain behind as reinforcements, were:</p>
        <p>
          <table rows="40" cols="2">
            <row>
              <cell>CO</cell>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-208411" type="person">Lt-Col H. K. Kippenberger</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Second-in-Command</cell>
              <cell>Maj J. T. Burrows</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Adjutant</cell>
              <cell>Capt D. B. Cameron</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Intelligence Officer</cell>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009303" type="person">Lt T. E. Dawson</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Padre</cell>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009722" type="person">Rev. G. A. D. Spence</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Medical Officer</cell>
              <cell>Lt W. L. M. Gilmour</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>HQ Company:</cell>
              <cell>Capt R. S. Orr (OC)</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="indent">Quartermaster</cell>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009477" type="person">Capt H. O. Jefcoate</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="indent">Transport Platoon</cell>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009367" type="person">Capt A. I. Garriock</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="indent">Mortars</cell>
              <cell>Lt G. A. T. Rhodes</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="indent">Carriers</cell>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-008659" type="person">2 Lt S. J. Green</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="indent">Signals</cell>
              <cell>Lt G. A. Murray</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="indent">Anti-Aircraft</cell>
              <cell>Lt F. J. Bain</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell rend="indent">Pioneers</cell>
              <cell>Lt R. L. D. Powrie</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>A Company:</cell>
              <cell>Lt G. W. Washbourn (OC)</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009800" type="person">Lt S. L. Wood</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>Lt P. G. Markham</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>2 Lt J. W. Rolleston</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009689" type="person">Lt H. J. Scoltock</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>B Company:</cell>
              <cell><name key="name-009671" type="person">Capt M. C. Rice</name> (OC)</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009158" type="person">Capt W. Ayto</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-008660" type="person">2 Lt F. B. McLaren</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>2 Lt N. J. McPhail</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>Lt V. C. Poole</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>C Company:</cell>
              <cell><name key="name-009793" type="person">Maj C. Wilson</name> (OC)</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>Lt D. J. Fountaine</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>Lt G. A. Brown</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>Lt J. D. Aiken</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>2 Lt C. H. Upham</cell>
            </row>
            <pb xml:id="n43" n="43"/>
            <row>
              <cell>D Company:</cell>
              <cell><name key="name-009636" type="person">Maj R. D. B. Paterson</name> (OC)</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name type="person" key="name-403052">Lt M. G. O'Callaghan</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>2 Lt P. V. H. Maxwell</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>2 Lt W. R. Gutzewitz</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009596" type="person">2 Lt A. R. Neilson</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>Reinforcements:</cell>
              <cell><name key="name-009545" type="person">Maj A. P. MacDuff</name> (OC)</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009803" type="person">Capt H. S. D. Yates</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>Lt D. Curtis</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>2 Lt P. K. Rhind</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name type="person" key="name-403053">Lt F. O'Rorke</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell/>
              <cell>
                <name key="name-009427" type="person">2 Lt J. G. Heasley</name>
              </cell>
            </row>
          </table>
        </p>
        <p>Second-Lieutenants Upham, <name key="name-009596" type="person">Neilson</name>, Green, and Gutzewitz 
had rejoined the battalion after passing through OCTU.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Greek train consisted of two or three third-class carriages 
of ancient pattern, these being reserved for officers, flat cars 
for the Bren carriers, and steel wagons (<hi rend="i">Hommes</hi> 40, <hi rend="i">chevaux</hi> 8) 
each containing forty to fifty men. With such crowded conditions it was difficult to find room to lie down, and the lack of 
room for movement made the cold even more trying. To add 
to the discomforts of the train journey quite a number of the 
men suffered from acute diarrhoea, probably as a result of too 
good an acquaintance with the wine of <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The train left about 4 p.m. and people all along the line gave 
the troops a rousing farewell; the Greeks were naturally heartened by the knowledge that the long-promised assistance for 
their own valiant but sorely-tried troops had at last materialised. 
Until dark the men lined the doors of their box-cars, waving to 
the hardy peasants at work in their fields.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the next morning the train passed through rocky 
gorges in mountainous country, reminding the men of parts of 
the <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>–Arthur's Pass line without, of course, the 
dense <name key="name-025242" type="place">West Coast</name> bush. Near <name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name> was an aerodrome on 
which there were about a dozen <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name> bombers and a 
few Hurricane fighters. It was not realised that this was about 
the whole of the <name key="name-003198" type="organisation">Royal Air Force</name> in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>. After a breakfast 
of bully stew and tea, served by the <name key="name-003197" type="organisation">RASC</name> at <name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name>, the train 
moved on towards <name key="name-003953" type="place">Katerini</name>. A fortnight earlier <name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name> had 
experienced a violent earthquake, and about three days later 
the destruction had been added to by Italian bombers.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About three o'clock in the afternoon the battalion arrived at
<pb xml:id="n44" n="44"/>
<name key="name-003953" type="place">Katerini</name>, detrained, and marched to billets in the town. Battalion Headquarters was located in the school, Headquarters 
Company was housed in the central barracks, C and D occupied 
various houses and sheds, while A and B found shelter in the 
local theatre. The town's children, many in ragged clothes, 
watched the troops settling in; few went home unrewarded.</p>
        <p rend="indent"><name key="name-003953" type="place">Katerini</name> was a typical <name key="name-120193" type="place">Balkan</name> town with narrow, crooked 
streets, whitewashed stone buildings, a central market-place 
where fresh vegetables could be obtained, many little wineshops, bakers' shops where the troops could buy fresh bread, and 
little street stalls where thin fillets of steak grilling on skewers 
over charcoal braziers emitted an appetising smell. A tin of 
bully beef could buy a number of nips of cognac. Clothes were 
cheap; food dear. Fraternising with the inhabitants, the troops 
were told that the Greeks would not defend <name key="name-009685" type="place">Salonika</name> but ‘a 
line of defence nearer us’, presumably the <name key="name-005805" type="place">Aliakmon line</name> which 
ran from the mouth of the <name key="name-003963" type="place">Aliakmon River</name> to the Yugoslav 
frontier at <name key="name-016082" type="place">Mount Kaimakchalan</name>. More heartening was the 
news that <name key="name-004979" type="place">Yugoslavia</name> had refused to join the Axis, while the 
information that the Greeks in <name key="name-020121" type="place">Albania</name> had captured Tepelene 
was the occasion for much celebration.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Next morning the CO left to reconnoitre the position the 
battalion was to occupy. The New Zealand Division was to 
take up a defensive position between 19 and 12 Greek Divisions 
in the <name key="name-005805" type="place">Aliakmon line</name> from the sea to <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name>, with 4 Infantry 
Brigade on the left on the general line of the road from Paliostani to <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name>, the main line of defence being along the ridge 
between those two villages. Dispositions within the brigade 
area placed the 20th on the left, with 12 Greek Division on its 
left flank, some miles away and out of sight and touch; the 
18th on the right, with 19 Greek Division on its right flank; 
and <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name> in reserve. These Greek divisions contained 
only two or three thousand men each, had little equipment, and 
only horse- or donkey-drawn transport.</p>
        <p rend="indent">All crossings over the <name key="name-003963" type="place">Aliakmon River</name> from the sea to Varvares had been prepared for demolition and were to be blown 
by 1 Armoured Brigade, which was operating in front of the 
Allied line and had the role of delaying the enemy advance 
by fighting and demolitions. There were also four weak Greek 
divisions along the Greek–Bulgarian frontier. The Toponitsa
<pb xml:id="n45" n="45"/>
River provided an anti-tank obstacle along the brigade front 
and ditches were cut across the roads.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Twentieth Battalion's area, to quote the CO, was ‘very 
extensive, blinded by woods of stunted oak, and could be 
turned by the empty high ground on our left. It was vulnerable to infiltration tactics and I was very thankful that we 
never had to fight on it.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the afternoon the company commanders received their 
orders from the CO. B, C, D, and HQ Companies were to be 
disposed on the ridge and in <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name> village, with A Company 
in reserve in <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name> in a defensive position. The battalion had 
one battery of <name key="name-022811" type="organisation">6 Field Regiment</name> in support, three guns of 
31 Anti-Tank Battery and one section of 27 (Machine Gun) 
Battalion under command.</p>
        <p>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba045a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba045a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba045a-g"/>
            <head>
              <hi rend="sc">battalion positions, riakia</hi>
            </head>
            <figDesc>Black and white map of army positions</figDesc>
          </figure>
        </p>
        <pb xml:id="n46" n="46"/>
        <p rend="indent">The brigade defensive policy laid down that there was to be 
no withdrawal without orders from Brigade Headquarters. 
Main positions were to be prepared for all-round defence and 
held against full-scale attack. Crossings over the anti-tank 
obstacle were to be defended by light outposts which would 
retire slowly in the face of enemy attacks, offering resistance at 
every suitable position until back in the main line. Patrolling 
was to be carried out between defended localities at night and, 
in bad visibility, by day, and constantly between defended 
localities along the outpost line, which extended along the 
brigade front from the Toponitsa River to the Krasopoulis. 
The country north of the outpost line was to be reconnoitred 
and suitable tracks blazed to facilitate patrol operations when 
contact with the enemy was likely.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In order that the positions of the defended localities might 
not be disclosed unnecessarily, anti-aircraft machine guns were 
not to open fire unless enemy aircraft were obviously making or 
about to make a direct attack.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The priority of the work was given in the order of fire 
trenches; anti-tank obstacles; wiring; clearing scrub to provide fields of fire; and clearing scrub to provide lanes for 
patrolling between defended localities and the outpost line.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The unit transport had reached <name key="name-003953" type="place">Katerini</name> from <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> on 
20 March and on the 21st the battalion moved to <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name>. It 
was a rough journey, the lorries bumping over bullock tracks 
and lurching through three fords. One vehicle overturned but 
there were no casualties beyond a few cuts and scratches. As 
compensation for the rough ride the cooks excelled themselves 
and provided an excellent meal.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Billets were arranged in the village for Battalion Headquarters, HQ, A and C Companies—the rent was 8s. 4d. per 
room per month—while B and D were given all available 
tents—there were not many—to bivouac in their company 
areas. <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name> was a rambling hillside village whose uneven 
cobbled streets wound through a cluster of stone cottages, poky 
wineshops, and smelly log corrals. A little apart stood the 
church and its bell-tower. Through the clear mountain air, as 
the men bedded down for the night, came the musical sound of 
goat bells as the herds were driven homewards.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the ensuing seventeen days the battalion assiduously
<pb xml:id="n47" n="47"/>
dug itself in and the village and most platoon positions were 
surrounded by a single-apron barbed-wire fence. The CO regularly inspected the work and with company commanders carried out reconnaissances of the area forward of the battalion's 
defences with the intention of going forward to engage the 
enemy should he come up the valley in front of the position. 
As a precaution, also, the CO tried to discover a way of retirement over the trackless foothills to the rear should the 20th 
have to get out. The greatest difficulty seemed to be the lack 
of a suitable route for the transport.</p>
        <p rend="indent">As a change from navvying the platoons, in turn, were 
granted a half-holiday. Usually the troops arranged picnics 
down a nearby valley at a pleasant spot beside a stream where 
small fish were caught and fried in mess tins. Already the first 
signs of spring had begun to appear. Oak trees were budding, 
while clusters of crocuses, primroses, and violets in the hedgerows reminded the men of spring at home. Near at hand was 
an old stone flour-mill at which the men daily watched the 
peasants arrive leading donkeys carrying heavy sacks of corn; 
the farmers waited while it was ground, and then, in time-honoured custom, paid the miller in kind.</p>
        <p rend="indent">After the initial strangeness had been overcome the troops 
billeted in houses soon became on friendly terms with their 
hosts and mastered the rudiments of the Greek language. To 
entertain the inhabitants a concert was arranged one evening 
in the churchyard by Padre Spence, who was assisted by Jack 
Ledgerwood<note xml:id="fn1-47" n="4"><p>Mr J. H. Ledgerwood, MBE, m.i.d.; <name key="name-120018" type="place">Hamilton</name>; born Dunedin, <date when="1908-04-14">14 Apr 1908</date>;
<name key="name-014641" type="organisation">YMCA</name> secretary; p.w. <date when="1941-06-01">1 Jun 1941</date>.</p></note> of the <name key="name-014641" type="organisation">YMCA</name>. The Greeks were obviously interested, but the highlight of the entertainment was the rendering 
by local performers of the Greek version of ‘The Woodpecker's 
Song’ satirising Mussolini.</p>
        <p rend="indent">A few days after the battalion's arrival in the area the 
inhabitants began to tag on at the rear of the sick parade. 
The RMO, Captain <name key="name-009378" type="person">Gilmour</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-47" n="5"><p><name key="name-009378" type="person">Capt W. L. M. Gilmour</name>; born <name key="name-120045" type="place">Scotland</name>, <date when="1914-12-19">19 Dec 1914</date>; medical practitioner;
killed in action <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> gave them the same skilful 
treatment as he gave the troops. The first patient was a very 
frightened boy who had been badly scalded. He had literally 
to be dragged in by a parent on the first day. In three days he 
came by himself.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n48" n="48"/>
        <p rend="indent">Friendly relations were still further improved by a distribution of chocolate to the local school children. The Padre had 
acquired sixty cakes, which obviously would not go very far 
amongst so many troops. At first some difficulty was experienced in arranging to assemble the children, partly because of 
the language difficulty—no one in the battalion spoke Greek 
and none of the villagers seemed to know English—and partly 
because the children were at that time on holiday. However, 
the second-in-command, Major Burrows, and the local school-mistress both had some knowledge of French, and arrangements were accordingly made to bring the children back to 
school.</p>
        <p rend="indent">It was rather a pathetic little ceremony. The children first 
sang several of their school songs and then sat in open-eyed 
wonder as the Colonel, the 2 i/c, and the Padre distributed the 
chocolate. Seldom, if ever, had such luxury been seen in Riakia, but not one child opened the wrapping. Clutching their 
gifts tightly in grubby fists, they ran off to take the unopened 
cake home.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Greeks, though poor, were extremely hospitable and 
did not hesitate to give the troops fresh bread, even at sacrifice 
to themselves. Everywhere the absence of men on military 
service was noticeable. The work on the farms was done by 
the women who, besides packing supplies for the Greek forces 
on the frontier, provided most of the labour for work on the roads.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Through battalion wireless sets and also through addresses by 
the CO at church parades, the men were kept well informed of 
the general situation with its alternating hopes and fears about 
the position in <name key="name-004979" type="place">Yugoslavia</name>; and it was no surprise when, on 
6 April, word was received that <name key="name-008556" type="place">Germany</name> had declared war 
on <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> and <name key="name-004979" type="place">Yugoslavia</name> and was already attacking. The day 
before, the New Zealand Division had become part of 1 Australian Corps with <name key="name-022442" type="organisation">6 Australian Division</name> and other British 
troops under General Blamey's command.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Rain and Greek summer time commenced on 7 April, and 
on the same day it was officially announced that the <name key="name-004368" type="organisation">2 NZEF</name> 
was in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>. Next day rain hindered work on the battalion's 
positions and about 7.30 p.m. the men were told to pack and 
be ready to move. The Yugoslavs' efforts had proved little 
obstacle to the German drive south.</p>
        <p>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba003a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba003a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba003a-g"/>
            <head>
              <name key="name-002294" type="place">GREECE</name>
            </head>
            <figDesc>Coloured map of <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name></figDesc>
          </figure>
        </p>
        <pb xml:id="n49" n="49"/>
        <p rend="indent">A report on the New Zealand Division's movements in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> 
contains a summary of the events of the first days of the German 
attack. It reads:</p>
        <list type="simple">
          <label>
            <hi rend="i">(a)</hi>
          </label>
          <item>
            <p>At dawn on 6 Apr German tps in <name key="name-018182" type="place">Bulgaria</name> crossed the frontier into <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> moving down the river valleys of the four main routes from <name key="name-018182" type="place">Bulgaria</name> into Eastern Greece.</p>
          </item>
          <label>
            <hi rend="i">(b)</hi>
          </label>
          <item>
            <p>At the same time other German forces advanced into Southern Yugoslavia by three separate routes.</p>
            <p>Within two days these tps rapidly overcame all resistance and cut off communication with <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>.</p>
            <p>On the third day [8 April] this fast German mechanised force turned south and started to move towards <name key="name-015785" type="place">Florina</name>.</p>
          </item>
          <label>
            <hi rend="i">(c)</hi>
          </label>
          <item>
            <p>South of <name key="name-015785" type="place">Florina</name> there is a natural gap about 12 miles wide between the two mountain ranges that form a natural mountain barrier across Northern Greece. This gap is the only place really suitable for the passage of fast tanks and armd vehicles.</p>
            <p>Once the Germans obtained possession of this gap and further down a crossing over the <name key="name-003963" type="place">Aliakmon River</name>, mechanised vehicles could pour into Central Greece <hi rend="sc">behind</hi> the posns of the Allied forces.</p>
          </item>
          <label>
            <hi rend="i">(d)</hi>
          </label>
          <item>
            <p>The speed of the German advance was so swift and the threat to the <name key="name-015785" type="place">Florina</name> gap so serious that the whole of the Allied front had to be reformed immediately.</p>
          </item>
          <label>
            <hi rend="i">(e)</hi>
          </label>
          <item>
            <p>The 4 Inf Bde together with att tps was moved at a few hours notice back over the Katerine Pass and up to <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> to meet this threat from the north….</p>
          </item>
        </list>
        <p rend="indent">It was a trying journey under miserable conditions. Rain 
fell, with intermittent snow, and the drivers were severely 
tested by the narrow roads. The unit transport left <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name> at 
8.30 a.m., joining the column at the assembly area. A small 
rearguard was left in the village to destroy stores that could not 
be brought away. According to Private <name key="name-009178" type="person">Blunden</name><note xml:id="fn1-49" n="6"><p><name key="name-009178" type="person">Cpl P. R. Blunden</name>, MM; Port Levy; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1913-12-15">15 Dec 1913</date>; farmer;
wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date>; escaped <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, <date when="1941-09">Sep 1941</date>; safe in Egypt, Nov
<date when="1942">1942</date>.</p></note> of A Company, later an escaped prisoner of war in this area, this was a 
most unfortunate measure. In the ensuing months escaped 
prisoners were frequently fed on bully beef salvaged at this 
time by the Greeks. Impressions of the trip are quoted from 
two battalion diarists.</p>
        <p rend="indent"><name key="name-018379" type="person">Private Glue</name> of D Company writes:</p>
        <p rend="indent">8 April—About 7.30 p.m. we were told to pack and be ready to 
move. Waited around and tried to snatch a bit of sleep (no luck) 
under a tent fly until 1 a.m. Breakfast, then away at 2 o'clock—
<pb xml:id="n50" n="50"/>
marched for two hours over hilly road with pack and overcoat. 
Lay round on the road for another hour and a half waiting for a 
guide. Slept a bit and woke up very cold.</p>
        <p rend="indent">9 April—…. On the way again from 5.40 till 8 a.m.—must 
have gone between 10–11 miles. Fairly hard going—everybody a bit 
tired. Stopped for three hours in a clearing. [Major Paterson] said 
we had to shave, which wasn't well received. Felt a lot better afterwards though. Another half-mile then into transport—20 in one 
truck is cramped for long journeys. More than the usual waiting 
about and stops—several because of blocked petrol feed. Most of 
the convoy passed us and it was 8 p.m. and raining like hell when 
we arrived. Dinner wasn't ready until after 10 o'clock and it was 
still raining hard so went to bed. Blankets, overcoat, feet, everything 
wet….</p>
        <p rend="indent">10 April—Most miserable night I've ever spent. Slept for a few 
hours then lay in wet blankets until morning—shivered so much I 
nearly rattled to bits. Was thoroughly fed up with the army. Bitter 
wind off the snow. Poor breakfast, but what a hunger. Dried some 
of the blankets in the wind, then away again at 10.30. Marched 
about a mile into a village [Lava] where we sleep in a straw barn….</p>
        <p rend="indent">Wally <name key="name-009495" type="person">Kimber</name>,<note xml:id="fn1-50" n="7"><p><name key="name-009495" type="person">Sgt H. W. Kimber</name>; Killinchy; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1908-03-31">31 Mar 1908</date>; farmer;
p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>; escaped <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name>, <date when="1943-09">Sep 1943</date>; served with Yugoslav partisans;safe
in Egypt, <date when="1944-04">Apr 1944</date>.</p></note> of the Bren-carrier platoon, recorded his 
impressions at the time:</p>
        <p rend="indent">9 April—Moved at 8.30 a.m. (supposed to move at 6.30) worst 
convoy ever been in—a lot of stops—carriers broke down or ran 
out of petrol. Lost convoy, camped in Greek police station. Shifted 
about sixty-four miles through a very pretty pass (<name key="name-120051" type="place">Olympus</name>) in 
mountains. Some roads were clay tracks through scrub, others good 
but steep and plenty of bends. Slept out in open—very wet and cold.</p>
        <p rend="indent">10 April—Rejoined convoy in morning. Some lorries had capsized. More rain. Dug in allotted area.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The destination had originally been given as Kato Filippaioi 
but on arrival there the convoy was directed by the Brigade 
Intelligence Officer to go another 22 miles to near a village 
called Lava. Next morning, 10 April, companies began to prepare defensive positions. Fourth Brigade's task was to occupy 
a defensive position on the general line <name key="name-000993" type="place">Kastania</name>–<name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name>–<name key="name-009659" type="place">Prosilion</name> to prevent enemy penetration from north and east; 
the position was to be held at all costs, with no question of 
withdrawal. Eighteenth and 19th Battalions were forward, 
holding positions south of <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> town, while the 20th, plus
<pb xml:id="n51" n="51"/>
two Australian machine-gun platoons and a troop of anti-tank 
guns, was in reserve astride the road back through the pass. 
D Company occupied positions in Lava village, on the high 
ground right of the road. A and C Companies, the latter in 
reserve, occupied flattish ground in the centre, while B Company spread over a spur to the left of the road.</p>
        <p>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba051a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba051a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba051a-g"/>
            <head>
              <hi rend="sc">4 brigade positions at the servia pass, 10-17 april 1941</hi>
            </head>
            <figDesc>Black and white map of army positions</figDesc>
          </figure>
        </p>
        <p rend="indent">A description of the area is quoted from the brigade report 
on its operations in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>:</p>
        <p rend="indent">…. The country was mountainous, and very steep, <name key="name-000993" type="place">Kastania</name> 
being 3000 ft above sea level or 2100 ft above the valley of the 
<name key="name-003963" type="place">Aliakmon River</name> which lay 4 miles to the north of <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name>. <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> 
itself was at the 1500 ft level with very steep slopes rising to <name key="name-000993" type="place">Kastania</name> 
to the SE….</p>
        <p rend="indent">West of <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> a narrow precipitous rocky ridge 2600 ft high and 
almost unscaleable on the northern side, extended for 4500 yards
<pb xml:id="n52" n="52"/>
towards <name key="name-015291" type="place">Proselion</name>. This ridge was separated from <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> by a 
narrow precipitous gorge at its eastern end, and at its western end 
from a similar but higher ridge North of <name key="name-015291" type="place">Proselion</name> by a pass about 
500 yds wide, through which ran the main road from <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> in a 
SE direction to <name key="name-003539" type="place">Elasson</name>, and a minor road SW to Mikrovalton.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The line of forward defended localities presented a complete 
tank obstacle except along these roads and at their junction, 
while a difficult route led via Point 675 to Polirrakhon. Four 
anti-tank ditches existed in the vicinity of <name key="name-009659" type="place">Prosilion</name>, three to 
the north on either side of the road, and one to the south.</p>
        <p rend="indent">As reserve battalion the 20th was required to cover with 
machine-gun fire the gorge immediately west of <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> and to 
maintain one company (B) on Point 1019, with routes reconnoitred to Point 1096 in readiness to meet enemy movement 
over high ground to the left of the battalion.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The brigade report describes the position:</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Servia–<name key="name-003539" type="place">Elasson</name> rd from <name key="name-015291" type="place">Proselion</name> to the SE passed through a 
valley flanked by hills 4000 ft high for a distance of 8 miles, the 
valley narrowing from 2500 yds wide opposite Lava to a mere slit 
in its southern end. The road was well graded but exceedingly 
tortuous and steep in places, the width being just sufficient for two-way traffic. Owing to precipitous sides vehicles could be got off 
the rd at very few places and then only with difficulty. The valley 
generally was devoid of scrub or trees…. Enemy observation 
except over fwd slopes was nil, apart from very long range view 
through the two gaps near <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> and <name key="name-015291" type="place">Proselion</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Good Friday, 11 April, dawned fine but cold and rain followed with heavy fog. Next day snow fell again so that the 
digging of weapon pits continued under difficulties, but with 
greater zest when word was received that the enemy might be 
expected the following day. One section of D Company had 
to dig its posts in a cemetery and gained a very full knowledge 
of Greek burial customs. German bombing was observed down 
the gorge in front and Greeks in Lava took to sleeping in caves 
in the hill above the village. Old men with rifles patrolled the 
village.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 12 April the name of <name key="name-032825" type="organisation">1 Australian Corps</name> was changed to 
that of <name key="name-000594" type="organisation">Anzac Corps</name>. Large numbers of refugees began to 
stream back through the area and No. 15 Platoon C Company, 
under Lieutenant Upham, was sent to establish a check post 
behind <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name> at the crossroads, one of which led north
<pb xml:id="n53" n="53"/>
from <name key="name-001325" type="place">Servia Pass</name> to <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name>. The platoon's orders were to stop 
unauthorised persons, refugees, and fifth columnists from 
streaming back and blocking the roads. The British and Greek 
troops holding the gap near <name key="name-015785" type="place">Florina</name> had been forced out of 
position. Remnants of an Australian brigade came back in 
good order in transport, but many Greeks struggled back on 
foot. A party of Yugoslavs, including some very senior officers, 
came back with four brand-new 88-millimetre Skoda ack-ack 
guns drawn by caterpillar tractors. This battery was later 
located near Battalion Headquarters but was very short of 
ammunition. During the next two days it engaged enemy 
planes until it ran out of ammunition, and on the afternoon 
of 14 April—‘without by your leave or ask you’, according to 
<name key="name-022811" type="organisation">6 Field Regiment</name>'s commander—pulled out for an unknown 
destination and was never heard of again.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Greek interpreter with Upham's check post was of very 
little use as most of the Greek soldiers coming through spoke 
only Turkish; and he was also very jittery. Enemy aircraft 
accurately bombed the road junction and machine-gunned 
some vehicles. It was later believed that a large number of 
fifth columnists, including Germans and Bulgarians in Greek 
uniform, passed through. The small section of Greek military 
police with the platoon shot out of hand some men and youths 
who they said were Bulgarians and German spies.</p>
        <p rend="indent">German artillery advanced right up to the river and began 
exchanging shots with our 25-pounders located near Brigade 
Headquarters at the top of the hill. Quite a number of Australians who had been cut off at <name key="name-015953" type="place">Kozani</name> infiltrated through 
the advancing Germans, crossed the Aliakmon, and rejoined 
our forces.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Greek soldiers presented a pathetic appearance as they 
straggled along the grassy sides of the road carrying their 
boots in one hand and rifle in the other. Almost every man 
had kept his rifle with him. It was believed that rifles were 
about the only arms their division possessed. The Greeks said 
there was a general order for every man in the Greek Army 
to go home as best he could. Numbers of Greek horsed transport also passed; some of the horses had been hit by shrapnel.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About this time a welcome addition to the battalion transport was a black Ford V8 car found abandoned on the side
<pb xml:id="n54" n="54"/>
of the road and taken over by one of the drivers, Private ‘Barney’ 
Homann.<note xml:id="fn1-54" n="8"><p>Pte G.S.S. Homann; born England, <date when="1917-04-27">27 Apr 1917</date>; farmhand; died of wounds
<date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>.</p></note> It was used by Major Burrows.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On Easter Sunday the war reached 20 Battalion. About 
6.30 p.m. enemy aircraft dive-bombed 15 Platoon at the crossroads and three men, Lance-Corporal McKegney,<note xml:id="fn2-54" n="9"><p>L-Cpl K.J. McKegney, m.i.d.; Wakatu, <name key="name-005626" type="place">Nelson</name>; born NZ <date when="1908-06-30">30 Jun 1908</date>; butcher;
twice wounded.</p></note> and Privates 
<name key="name-009247" type="person">Casford</name><note xml:id="fn3-54" n="10"><p><name key="name-009247" type="person">Pte A. Casford</name>; Aria, <name key="name-120142" type="place">Te Kuiti</name>; born <name key="name-008123" type="place">Wanganui</name>, <date when="1918-06-15">15 Jun 1918</date>; shepherd;
wounded <date when="1941-04-13">13 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> and Laird,<note xml:id="fn4-54" n="11"><p>Pte F.J. Laird; <name key="name-021133" type="place">Blenheim</name>; born <name key="name-005626" type="place">Nelson</name>, <date when="1920-03-29">29 Mar 1920</date>; musterer; wounded 
<date when="1941-04-13">13 Apr 1941</date>; p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>; escaped through <name key="name-004979" type="place">Yugoslavia</name>, <date when="1943-12">Dec 1943</date>.</p></note> were wounded. The ack-ack platoon 
replied spiritedly with Bren fire.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 14 April work on the defences continued. Enemy ‘spotters’ flew over several times to inspect the work and in the 
afternoon a flight of four yellow-nosed fighters machine-gunned 
platoon and gun positions. During the day the battalion, less 
one company, was ordered to move to a defensive position on 
the left of <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name>. The purpose of the move was to link 
up with the right flank of <name key="name-022941" type="organisation">19 Australian Brigade</name> across the 
river. The right battalion of this brigade was the attached 
26 NZ Battalion which had passed through 4 Brigade's area 
the previous afternoon.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During a reconnaissance of the new area the CO, Adjutant, 
and company commanders were machine-gunned by enemy 
aircraft. That night the battalion, less C Company left in 
reserve, moved out at short notice. The convoy was machine-gunned before the start and heavily shelled at ‘Hellfire Corner’ 
in the <name key="name-001325" type="place">Servia Pass</name>, though without casualties. Much credit for 
the move must go to the unit drivers. There were vehicle 
collisions and traffic blocks, but someone always straightened 
things out and the convoy kept going. In this connection it is 
fitting to record the efforts of Corporal Frank <name key="name-009691" type="person">Scott</name>,<note xml:id="fn5-54" n="12"><p><name key="name-009691" type="person">Cpl F. Scott</name>, m.i.d.; born NZ <date when="1908-05-29">29 May 1908</date>; transport driver; wounded May
<date when="1941">1941</date>.</p></note> transport 
NCO, who not only cleared traffic blocks and organised a 
transport group for movement after his own vehicle had been 
immobilised, but returned next day with a driver and, in spite 
of heavy shellfire and air attack, recovered and repaired his 
vehicle.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n55" n="55"/>
        <p rend="indent">During a break in the convoy a D Company truck became 
the leader of a small section. Apparently the driver did not 
hear the shouted direction to turn left at the corner of <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> 
Pass and went straight on until the vehicles were stopped by 
some Australian engineers who were laying booby traps. Getting the trucks turned around was quite a job and the D Company cooks' truck got stuck. The crashing of gears and the 
noise appalled the Aussies, who were working in strict silence.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Cold, tired, and dirty, the troops moved into their new positions on the left of <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name> on a high, steep ridge overlooking the village of Rimnion. A Company was on the right, 
B in the centre, and D on the left on forward slopes. One 
troop of 31 Anti-Tank Battery and two platoons of Australian 
machine-gunners were under command, and artillery support 
was provided by ? Australian Field Regiment under Lieutenant-Colonel Strutt. Boundaries were clearly defined and, 
as the battalion's front was beyond the range of the field 
artillery covering the brigade front, the CRA arranged for 
7 Medium Battery to provide fire on approaches to the battalion area.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The digging of the defences on 15 April was interrupted by 
periodic bombing and machine-gunning by enemy aircraft in 
spectacular dive attacks which were ‘impressive without always 
being effective’. The battalion suffered one casualty, Private 
Pat Kelly<note xml:id="fn1-55" n="13"><p>Pte F.P. Kelly; born NZ <date when="1916-10-13">13 Oct 1916</date>; clerk; killed in action <date when="1941-04-15">15 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> being killed, but the anti-tank troop had three 
killed and two wounded. The enemy had complete command 
of the air, none of our aircraft being sighted. Air sentries were 
posted and in between the raids work went steadily on.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the day enemy transport could be seen advancing, 
and at 2 p.m. enemy infantry attempting to cross the river were 
shelled and dispersed by the artillery. At one stage the battalion mortars fired without effect on what were believed to be 
troops crossing the river but which proved later to be refugees. 
It was obvious that the enemy was rapidly closing up on the 
brigade front and there were reports of an attack in <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name>'s area. Members of B Company observed activity on a 
landing field to the north-east and their OC called for artillery 
fire. No action was taken but the field was later bombed by a 
small force of Blenheims.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n56" n="56"/>
        <p rend="indent">Next morning D Company patrols were unable to make contact with 26 Battalion on the left flank. Far below parties of 
infantry could be seen crossing the river, apparently in retreat. 
Brigade had no information. Major Burrows went out to ascertain the position and finally met an officer who had returned 
to look for some missing men. Nineteenth Australian Brigade 
and 26 Battalion had withdrawn south during the night and 
had not notified 20 Battalion. D Company was withdrawn from 
its now-exposed position and occupied Hill 808 to cover the 
left flank.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Shortly afterwards orders were received from Brigade to 
destroy all unnecessary gear and be prepared to move back 
that night to the previous position near Lava. The order to 
move arrived at nightfall. While bringing it the despatch rider 
took the wrong turning in the <name key="name-001325" type="place">Servia Pass</name> and rode right up 
to within reach of German patrols before being turned around 
by Australian engineers. With the complete plans for the 
withdrawal in his satchel, he would have been a valuable prize. 
These were hazardous times for those responsible for communications, but they stuck to their job through shelling and air 
activity. While carrying a message from the battalion to Brigade Headquarters on 15 April, Private Hopkins<note xml:id="fn1-56" n="14"><p>Pte J.J. Hopkins, m.i.d.; <name key="name-005696" type="place">Hawera</name>; born <name key="name-120007" type="place">Ireland</name>, <date when="1920-05-06">6 May 1920</date>; butcher; wounded
<date when="1941-04-15">15 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> of Headquarters Company was severely wounded in the head. Though 
in much pain, he rode a further three miles in the darkness and 
delivered his message.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Throughout the period at <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> members of the signal 
platoon maintained battalion communications most effectively. 
For three days and nights Privates <name key="name-009725" type="person">Spilman</name><note xml:id="fn2-56" n="15"><p><name key="name-009725" type="person">Capt A.K. Spilman</name>, MM; Marton; born Stratford, <date when="1912-08-07">7 Aug 1912</date>; stock inspector; QM <name key="name-001151" type="organisation">20 Regt</name>, Apr 1944–May 1945; wounded <date when="1941-11-24">24 Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> and <name type="person">Scott</name><note xml:id="fn3-56" n="16"><p><name type="person">L-Cpl A.G. Scott</name>, MM; <name key="name-002817" type="place">Auckland</name>; born England, <date when="1918-09-22">22 Sep 1918</date>; bank officer; 
p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note>
repaired lines between Brigade Headquarters and 18 Battalion 
under shellfire and during air raids. Both men were awarded 
the Military Medal.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At 8 p.m. the move back to the Lava area began. Transport 
moved by the narrow, winding road, cut out of a steep cliff 
and with its corners cambered the wrong way. The night was 
pitch dark, no lights were used, and a man had to walk by the
<pb xml:id="n57" n="57"/>
running board of each vehicle where the driver could just see 
him. Towels were hung from the rear of trucks as marks for 
the drivers following. One 30-cwt truck went through a culvert 
and had to be abandoned, while a 15-cwt water cart, a Bren 
carrier, and two motor-cycles went over the bank and had to 
be left behind. At <name key="name-009659" type="place">Prosilion</name> an Australian 25-pounder blocked 
the corner and Major Burrows ordered it to be pushed over 
to allow the column to proceed. During this move, and also 
the one on 14 April, the provost detachment proved its efficiency. Private ‘Pop’ Lynch<note xml:id="fn1-57" n="17"><p><name type="person">Sgt J.R. Lynch</name>, m.i.d.; born NZ <date when="1908-02-22">22 Feb 1908</date>; PWD overseer; accidentally
injured <date when="1943-01-25">25 Jan 1943</date>; died <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1946-07-26">26 Jul 1946</date>.</p></note> was mentioned in despatches for 
his fine work in policing bad corners and for directing the convoy under heavy shellfire at ‘Hellfire Corner’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In some places there were shell or bomb craters in the road. 
One Headquarters Company truck became stuck in one of 
these and had a bad lean to one side. The vehicle following 
was a huge British lorry towing a field gun. There was no hope 
of passing, and in the rain and the dark the driver backed this 
difficult combination along the tortuous road to a place where 
the truck following him (and driven by the battalion LAD 
sergeant) could pass. The sergeant, <name type="person">Tom Drummond</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-57" n="18"><p><name type="person">Sgt T.M. Drummond</name>; born NZ <date when="1914-09-06">6 Sep 1914</date>; motor mechanic; killed in action
<date when="1941-04-27">27 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> soon 
organised things and pulled out the stranded truck. During 
this ‘schemozzle’ a British officer in charge of the big lorry 
and gun caused something of a sensation by asking with typical 
sangfroid and in a most distinctive voice, ‘Oh, Meadows, hand 
down my attache case and orange drink.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">The rifle companies experienced their toughest march to date. 
They were led by guides from the intelligence section who had 
partly reconnoitred a route across country in daylight, but 
it proved difficult to follow at night. Rain fell most of the time 
and the march across the hills to avoid ‘Hellfire Corner’ took 
over eight hours, the men wading through creeks and scrambling up slippery banks. Most of them arrived in the old area 
exhausted but there were no stragglers. In A Company big <name key="name-009294" type="person">Tom 
Dalton</name><note xml:id="fn3-57" n="19"><p><name key="name-009294" type="person">Sgt T. Dalton</name>; Dunsandel; born NZ <date when="1916-04-10">10 Apr 1916</date>; labourer; twice wounded.
c2</p></note> showed considerable determination and kept up in 
spite of a badly injured ankle.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n58" n="58"/>
        <p rend="indent">As Battalion Headquarters had been shelled rather heavily 
it was shifted into Lava. While in the village the Colonel, MO, 
and Adjutant had a narrow escape when a shell came through 
the roof of their building and exploded weakly in the next room, 
slightly wounding a pig. The CO, while shaving, received a 
scratch on the face from a splinter of wood. About this time 
the troops saw the unusual spectacle of a flight of Blenheim 
bombers going northwards through the pass while German 
planes passed them going south. Although within a few hundred yards of each other, neither group took any notice of the 
other.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About 11 a.m. the CO was summoned to Brigade to receive 
instructions regarding the withdrawal. The left flank of the 
Allied line was again in danger of being encircled owing to 
the German drive south and west from the gap at <name key="name-015785" type="place">Florina</name>, so 
that it became necessary to withdraw to a shorter line—known 
as the <name key="name-001392" type="place">Thermopylae</name> line—which it was hoped to hold from 
coast to coast. Fourth Brigade Group would pull out that 
night, 17–18 April. Twentieth Battalion would take over the 
rearguard, <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> was to control the demolitions 
which the sappers were preparing on the road, and everybody 
was to be out of the pass by 3 a.m.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the afternoon the battalion transport was moved to 
the assembly area south of Point 1142. B Echelon moved under 
the command of Major Burrows and passed through <name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name> and 
<name key="name-004022" type="place">Lamia</name> to <name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name>. On the way progress was slow because of 
traffic jams which, however, were capably sorted out by Australian military police. The convoy was subjected to frequent 
bombing and aircraft spotters travelled on the roofs of all 
vehicles. No casualties were reported, although at sudden halts 
when the troops dived for ditches one or two who had gone too 
far afield were left behind but arrived later. After passing 
<name key="name-004022" type="place">Lamia</name> the troops saw it badly damaged in an air raid. On 
arrival at <name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name> the vehicles were dispersed and camouflaged.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The withdrawal of the brigade and attached troops began 
at 8 p.m. D Company went into position about Lava to check 
out 18 Battalion, while B Company set up a post astride the 
main road to check out the 19th. C Company, being the 
freshest, and one platoon of A Company were detailed to provide flank guards and posted along the spurs on the east of
<pb xml:id="n59" n="59"/>
the road back through the pass. A Company, back in its old 
position, was to cover B and D Companies. It was to keep in 
close contact with D Company and was not to retire until 
D Company did so. All three companies were then to retire 
to the transport assembly position south of Point 1142. C Company would retire on the order of the CO, who had established 
on the road a Main Control Post consisting of a detachment of 
four Bren carriers, an RAP truck, an attached WT truck, the 
IO, the Intelligence Sergeant and the Provost Sergeant. This 
party joined Lieutenant Kelsall<note xml:id="fn1-59" n="20"><p>Capt D.V.C. Kelsall, m.i.d.; <name key="name-008904" type="place">London</name>; born <name key="name-120068" type="place">Taihape</name>, <date when="1913-12-13">13 Dec 1913</date>; civil
engineering student; p.w. <date when="1941-05-09">9 May 1941</date>.</p></note> of <name key="name-003485" type="organisation">6 Field Company</name> and a 
demolition party of sappers at the first demolition site at 7 p.m.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the day conditions had been wet and misty with poor 
visibility, enabling the artillery to withdraw in daylight. Towards 3 p.m., however, visibility suddenly improved and 
vehicle movement was almost certainly seen by the enemy, 
both from the ground and also from a reconnaissance aircraft. 
During the afternoon Lava village was quite heavily shelled, 
the track from the village to the main road receiving particular 
attention. Many of the shells were duds. The enemy had 
apparently guessed that a withdrawal was to take place. 
Throughout the whole night harassing fire was maintained 
on the village, on the track leading to the main road, and 
along the road itself. About midnight a very heavy concentration was put down on Lava village and on A Company's area, 
but there was no sign of an attack.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Nineteenth Battalion began to come through the forward 
control posts about 9 p.m. and the whole battalion was through 
in good order before midnight. Prior to this a section of Bren 
carriers, under Second-Lieutenant Green,<note xml:id="fn2-59" n="21"><p>2 Lt S.J. Green; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1910-01-06">6 Jan 1910</date>; commercial traveller; killed
in action <date when="1941-05-25">25 May 1941</date>.</p></note> had been sent up 
to hold B Company's position astride the road with instructions 
for the company to withdraw as soon as <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name> was 
through. B Company came through in good order soon after 
midnight.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Owing to the difficulties of communication it was not known 
by which route 18 Battalion would retire, but it was expected 
that some companies would come through Lava and that the 
rest would withdraw along the high ground above the village.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n60" n="60"/>
        <p>The first of the 18th appeared about 2 a.m., but by 4 a.m. 
only two companies had passed through and these did not 
know the whereabouts of their battalion headquarters and the 
other two companies, or their line of withdrawal. Eighteenth 
Battalion's CO, Lieutenant-Colonel Gray,<note xml:id="fn1-60" n="22"><p>Brig J.R. Gray, ED, m.i.d.; born <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>, <date when="1900-08-07">7 Aug 1900</date>; barrister and
solicitor; CO <name key="name-002001" type="organisation">18 Bn</name> Sep 1939–Nov 1941, Mar–Jun 1942; comd <name key="name-001161" type="organisation">4 Bde</name> 29 Jun–5 Jul
<date when="1942">1942</date>; killed in action <date when="1942-07-05">5 Jul 1942</date>.</p></note> arrived about this 
time and reported that two of his companies were still on the 
hill route but that he did not know where they were. It was 
decided to withdraw the remaining two 20 Battalion companies, 
A and D, which were still forward, and orders were sent to 
that effect. Actually Major Paterson, commanding D Company, 
had discovered that no more of 18 Battalion were to come 
through his position and was already withdrawing with his 
company and A Company. He passed through shortly after 
Colonel Gray and went on to the assembly point. Lieutenant 
Green's carrier section was then called in and posted on the 
road some 300 yards to the north of the culvert which was to 
be blown. For some time small parties of the 18th continued 
to appear in the riverbed below the road and <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> directed Captain Lyon<note xml:id="fn2-60" n="23"><p>Capt W.J. Lyon; born <name key="name-008904" type="place">London</name>, <date when="1898-02-15">15 Feb 1898</date>; MP (<name key="name-120025" type="place">Waitemata</name>) 1935–41;
served in 1914–18 war; killed in action <date when="1941-05-26">26 May 1941</date>.</p></note> of that battalion to collect 
transport and bring it up to carry the exhausted stragglers to 
the assembly point. This was done.</p>
        <p rend="indent">There was a risk that enemy infantry following up the withdrawal might outflank the rear party and cut off its retreat, and 
a still further danger that demolition parties farther south, which 
were not under the control of Lieutenant Kelsall, might blow 
their charges too soon. Deciding to wait for the other 18th 
companies, <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> sent the IO, Lieutenant 
Teddy Dawson,<note xml:id="fn3-60" n="24"><p>Lt T.E. Dawson; born <name key="name-005952" type="place">India</name>, <date when="1913-05-26">26 May 1913</date>; clerk; died of wounds <date when="1941-04-19">19 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> down the road as far as <name key="name-003539" type="place">Elasson</name> to ensure 
that no charges were blown until the rear party had passed 
through. The RAP and wireless trucks were also sent off with 
the Provost Sergeant.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About 5 a.m. the other two 18 Battalion companies arrived 
in the creek bed below the first demolition, and when they 
reached the road they were sent on to the assembly area in 
Captain Lyon's transport. Their late arrival through exhaus-
<pb xml:id="n61" n="61"/>
tion delayed the blowing of the first charge till 5.40 a.m., 
while further stragglers caused the second demolition to be 
held till 6.20 a.m. Finally, the rear party moved down the 
pass, the last of the charges being blown at 8 a.m. C Company, 
guarding the flank behind the rear party, had left a runner 
by the side of the road. He was sent back with a message to 
withdraw and the company arrived in notably good order and 
passed through the rearguard.</p>
        <p rend="indent">From then on the rear party was harassed by enemy aircraft 
which halted the column three times. Near the Elevtherokhorion crossroads, where the road from <name key="name-001184" type="place">Mount Olympus</name> joined 
that from <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name>, the air attack was supplemented by fire from 
two German medium tanks sitting in the middle of the <name key="name-120051" type="place">Olympus</name> 
road. Carrier action was attempted with sappers acting as 
infantry, supported by fire from a two-pounder gun from 
34 Anti-Tank Battery. The arrival of another enemy tank and 
the approach of many trucks of lorried infantry, ‘all sitting 
upright like tin soldiers', made the odds too great. ‘I counted 
seven, more in the distance, and rightly or wrongly decided 
that the odds were too heavy and we must run,’ wrote <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel 
Kippenberger</name>. The rear party had already had several men 
killed. The head of Kelsall's party reached the crossroads safely, 
but the trucks farther back in the convoy were cut off and about 
forty sappers were captured.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The seven survivors ran across ploughed ground on which the 
carriers had stuck and climbed to shelter behind a steep bank. 
Led by the Colonel, they made a wide detour across country 
in an attempt to join up with the rearguard at <name key="name-003539" type="place">Elasson</name>. At 
various stages when the little party emerged from cover it was 
fired on by artillery from either side in turn and once by both 
sides simultaneously. Two men semaphored with handkerchiefs to Australian gunners, ‘We are NZedders escaping’, 
whereupon fire from that quarter ceased. When in view of 
their own guns the party moved in a solid clump, all waving 
their jackets furiously and trying to look as little like soldiers as 
possible. Under German eyes the group adopted a more soldierly formation, extending to forty paces apart and moving in 
bounds from cover to cover. About 4 p.m. the party, almost 
exhausted from its ten-mile cross-country tramp after two sleepless nights, passed through the forward posts of 25 Battalion,
<pb xml:id="n62" n="62"/>
which was holding the rearguard position south of <name key="name-003539" type="place">Elasson</name>, and 
was picked up by 26 Battalion transport. The party rejoined 
20 Battalion near <name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name> late in the afternoon of 19 April.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The convoy carrying the rifle companies had had quite a 
fair journey as far as <name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name>. However, between this town and 
<name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name> the road was badly congested and the column was continually harassed from the air. Transport was bombed and 
troops running to cover were strafed. There were casualties, 
though surprisingly few, in vehicles and men.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The RAF—‘Rare as Fairies’ and other more pungent translations of these initials—received bitter criticism from the 
troops for its failure to protect the convoys from the air, but 
it could not fairly be asked to take all the blame. Road discipline was bad, unit convoys became broken up, and conflicting 
orders, ‘by various authorities at various points’, to disperse off 
the roads or to push on without stopping caused confusion.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The laconic notes of the diarists are better than a lengthy 
description of the journey. <name key="name-018379" type="person">Private Bill Glue</name> writes:</p>
        <p rend="indent">17–18 April—Good quick going at night—the Huns were keeping 
on our tail with their artillery. Early morning outside <name key="name-013469" type="place">Larissa</name> … 
Hun spotter came over…. Hell of a jam. Hun planes bombed the 
road and when we dispersed they came down and machine gunned 
and bombed us. Truck next to ours was set on fire. Was covered 
with flying earth from a near one—sheltered in the hole it made…. 
Lost all my gear when our truck moved out in a hurry without half 
of us. Bombed and strafed at intervals from 2 o'clock until dusk— 
not dark now until nearly 9 p.m. How slow it was coming. We did 
fairly well by pushing ahead and not stopping for the raids…. 
Some steep pinches over the pass…. Joined our own outfit and 
had a grouse breakfast of porridge and bully stew—first real meal 
for days. Borrowed the doings to shave off four-day-old beard—hard 
going. Short of lots of gear but managed to rummage about and 
make one from the left-overs. <name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Trucks set alight and pushed over the bank all along the road. 
… Some of [our drivers] had been driving continuously for 50 
hours….</p>
        <p>Wally Kimber of the Bren-carrier platoon writes:</p>
        <p rend="indent">17–18 April—Stand-to duties at brigade headquarters most of the 
day and then took up Bren gun covering positions around the 
embussing position and spent the night at this job in the rain. The 
Germans were shelling the main road below us and the side of a 
hill we were behind, not doing much harm as most of the shells landed 
in a stream below.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n63" n="63"/>
        <p rend="indent">By 5 a.m. the MT had got away so we went too. Another carrier 
had gone over the bank in the darkness and had to be abandoned. 
We were the last to get round the junction of the road [Elevtherokhorion] before the German tanks put in an appearance. After 
<name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name> we got the works good and properly—bombing and strafing 
until it was too dark for the pilots to see properly in the hilly country. 
After <name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name> we ran into various other units, Tommies, RE,<note xml:id="fn1-63" n="25"><p><name key="name-003201" type="organisation">Royal Engineers</name>.</p></note> Machine 
Gunners, <name key="name-003128" type="organisation">Royal Artillery</name>, Medical, Australian, and the Armoured 
Div., all with the same idea—getting out as fast as possible. Once 
the Jerry air force put in an appearance it was just a mad rush—a 
lot of the time trucks were two or three abreast and tanks mixed 
up with them. The bombing of harmless villages was awful but the 
storks still stuck to their nests.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Camped for the night about 12 p.m.—our third night on end 
without sleep—worst day ever spent in my life.</p>
        <p rend="indent">19 April—Left camp area 6.30 a.m. Went through <name key="name-004022" type="place">Lamia</name> about 
8 a.m. Arrived <name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name> 9.30 a.m. after running the gauntlet for 
twenty-seven hours. 127 miles by Bren carrier.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the withdrawal there were many individual actions 
worth recording. Lieutenant Dawson had been mortally 
wounded while gallantly engaging enemy aircraft with a Bren 
gun. Similarly, Lieutenant <name key="name-009654" type="person">Poole</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-63" n="26"><p><name key="name-009654" type="person">Maj V. C. Poole</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1911-01-31">31 Jan 1911</date>; traveller; wounded 20
<date when="1941-04">Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> who between <name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name> and 
<name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name> was wounded in the knee and was unable to leave his 
truck during raids, engaged enemy aircraft with a Bren gun 
from the back of the truck, helped by some of his men of 
12 Platoon. Private Strang, <note xml:id="fn3-63" n="27"><p><name key="name-009731" type="person">Pte W. J. Strang</name>, m.i.d.; <name key="name-120134" type="place">Oamaru</name>; born NZ <date when="1910-11-12">12 Nov 1910</date>; commercial traveller;
wounded <date when="1941-04-27">27 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> also of B Company, performed 
a useful service in an emergency after the driver of his truck 
disappeared during an air raid near <name key="name-001017" type="place">Larisa</name>. Extricating his 
vehicle from a difficult position, Strang drove for sixteen hours 
through several more raids and by his coolness and courage set 
a valuable example.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The trucks continued to straggle in to the little village of 
Skarfia, two miles east of <name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name>, throughout the day and night 
of 19 April, and for the next two days the battalion rested in 
a beautiful spot, engaged in coastwatching, and was joined by 
the stragglers, some of whom arrived by road and others by 
boat across the Gulf of Lamia. At this stage the main task of 
the New Zealand Division was to defend the <name key="name-009746" type="place">Thermopylae Pass</name>.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n64" n="64"/>
        <p>Fifth Brigade, later joined by 6 Brigade, covered the front, while 
4 Brigade was in reserve, two miles east of <name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name>. Fourth Brigade's duties included coastwatching as far east as <name key="name-015630" type="place">Cape Knimis</name> 
—allotted to 20 Battalion; the taking of a census of boats in 
readiness for use if required for evacuating troops from the 
north shore of the gulf, east of <name key="name-004022" type="place">Lamia</name>; the provision of carrier 
patrols and infantry detachments to attack paratroops or boat 
landings near the south shore.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At 3 p.m. on 20 April C Company under Major Cliff Wilson, 
with under command one section of 25-pounders, one section 
of anti-tank guns and three despatch riders, left for <name key="name-004780" type="place">Stilis</name>, ten 
miles east of <name key="name-004022" type="place">Lamia</name>, to prevent an enemy advance from the 
east until dumps in <name key="name-004780" type="place">Stilis</name> had been cleared and to secure the 
line of withdrawal of <name key="name-004045" type="organisation">Lee Force</name> from <name key="name-003466" type="place">Dhomokos</name> through Lamia. 
A detachment of the New Zealand <name key="name-001158" type="organisation">Divisional Cavalry</name> was to 
be east of <name key="name-004780" type="place">Stilis</name> holding a demolition. About 8.30 p.m. Major 
Wilson reported to Headquarters 4 Brigade that the CRE NZ 
Division (<name key="name-000764" type="person">Lieutenant-Colonel Clifton</name><note xml:id="fn1-64" n="28"><p><name key="name-000764" type="person">Brig G. H. Clifton</name>, DSO and 2 bars, MC, m.i.d.; <name key="name-120102" type="place">Porangahau</name>; born Greenmeadows, <date when="1898-09-18">18 Sep 1898</date>; Regular soldier; served North-West Frontier 1919–21
(MC, Waziristan); CRE 2 NZ Div 1940–41; Chief Engineer <name key="name-000672" type="organisation">30 Corps</name>, 1941–42;
comd <name key="name-001165" type="organisation">6 Bde</name> Feb–Sep 1942; p.w. <date when="1942-09-04">4 Sep 1942</date>; escaped <name key="name-008556" type="place">Germany</name>, <date when="1945-03">Mar 1945</date>; NZ
Military Liaison Officer, <name key="name-008904" type="place">London</name>, 1949–52; Commandant, Northern Military
District, Mar 1952–Sep 1953.</p></note>) in <name key="name-004780" type="place">Stilis</name> had informed 
him that ‘… there was no <name key="name-001158" type="organisation">Divisional Cavalry</name> east of that 
village and that he should withdraw about 9.30 p.m. when 
he [CRE] would have finished his task in Stylos; and that Lee 
Force had been reduced to a weak battalion.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">In accordance with this message Major Wilson placed a 
detachment of 25-pounders and two-pounders and some infantry in the vicinity of <name key="name-004022" type="place">Lamia</name> to secure his withdrawal, which was 
accomplished without incident.</p>
        <p rend="indent">While the battalion rested in the <name key="name-001107" type="place">Molos</name> area, considerable 
bombing and strafing of the coast road took place. The enemy 
bombers had no fighter escorts, apparently confident of their 
immunity from attack. On one occasion, however, Hurricane 
fighters were seen to shoot down several enemy aircraft. It was 
here that the majority of the troops first saw the vapour trails 
left by high-altitude fighters.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 21 April the battalion was ordered to take up a defensive 
position from Karia village to <name key="name-015630" type="place">Cape Knimis</name>. A and C Com-
<pb xml:id="n65" n="65"/>
panies were allotted the higher ground round Karia, B Company was on the beach, and D in mobile reserve. The move 
began at dusk. Next morning A and C Companies had no 
sooner scaled their precipitous heights and expended considerable energy in hauling up ammunition than orders were received 
from Brigade that, owing to the capitulation of the Greeks, all 
British forces were to withdraw from <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The plan was that <name key="name-024335" type="organisation">4 Infantry Brigade</name> would move in transport during the night 22–23 April to occupy a position south 
of <name key="name-004822" type="place">Thebes</name>, in the vicinity of <name key="name-004004" type="place">Kriekouki</name>, to cover the withdrawal 
of the New Zealand and Australian divisions. No movement 
was to take place in daylight, and units unable to complete the 
journey in darkness would lie up on the way until the following 
night. After orders for the withdrawal were received all surplus 
gear was destroyed, including blankets, winter underclothing, 
cooking utensils, gas respirators, and bicycles. After dark the 
battalion moved to a bivouac area north of <name key="name-004822" type="place">Thebes</name> which had 
been reconnoitred by Major Burrows. Men and vehicles remained hidden in the olive groves during the day, 23 April, 
successfully avoiding observation by German aircraft. In the 
haste of the withdrawal Lance-Sergeant <name key="name-009342" type="person">Findlay</name>,<note xml:id="fn1-65" n="29"><p><name key="name-009342" type="person">Capt C. Findlay</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born Dunedin, <date when="1917-03-08">8 Mar 1917</date>; clerk.</p></note> accidentally 
left behind at <name key="name-001392" type="place">Thermopylae</name>, remained at his post for a further 
twenty-four hours and then returned with 5 Brigade.</p>
        <p rend="indent">After reconnaissance of the defensive position by the CO and 
company commanders, the battalion moved at 8 p.m. in transport to the summit of <name key="name-004004" type="place">Kriekouki</name> Pass, where the troops debussed 
and took up their positions on the left of the road, with 18 Battalion (less carriers) on the right, and <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name> (less carriers) 
in reserve. In the 20 Battalion area C Company was allotted 
the right flank, with B in the centre and A on the left. D Company was in reserve. B Echelon was located south of the crossroads from Villia. The battalion had in support one battery 
from ? Australian Field Regiment and shared with <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name> the support of three machine-gun platoons, an anti-tank 
battery, and one ack-ack battery.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Instructions from Brigade ordered the most careful concealment to prevent the enemy from discovering the presence of a 
large force in the area. Ack-ack fire was forbidden except in the 
event of serious air attack. There was to be complete wireless
<pb xml:id="n66" n="66"/>
silence. Active patrolling was to be carried out at night. By 
day the majority of the troops were to be in rear of the forward 
slopes ready to move at short notice. False flanks of detached 
posts and snipers were to be used on the high ground on the 
flanks. The battalion's carriers were to patrol well out on the 
left flank.</p>
        <p>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba066a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba066a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba066a-g"/>
            <head>
              <hi rend="sc">4 brigade rearguard in the kriekouki pass</hi>
            </head>
            <figDesc>Black and white map of army postions</figDesc>
          </figure>
        </p>
        <p rend="indent">The battalion's forward defended localities were roughly 
from the main road two miles west along the 600-metre contour to its junction with a track leading round to Villia. The 
ground was too rocky to permit much digging, which in any 
case was undesirable owing to lack of camouflage and would 
have betrayed the defences, but where possible stone sangars 
were built. With the exception of one hill sparsely covered with 
bush the area was devoid of cover. Enemy planes passed frequently overhead firing bursts from their machine guns, but 
so good was the discipline of the men as a result of their experience further north that during these reconnaissance flights each
<pb xml:id="n67" n="67"/>
man remained motionless and planes searched in vain. Water 
was scarce and the only well was situated some distance from 
the road. This necessitated long treks, frequently interrupted by 
enemy aircraft, when the water carriers went smartly to ground.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Fourth Brigade was originally intended to hold the pass for 
two days, thus enabling other forces to reach their evacuation 
beaches, and it was then to follow to <name key="name-027076" type="place">Theodhora</name>, between 
<name key="name-016045" type="place">Megara</name> and <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name>. By 25 April, however, the complete lack 
of air cover had made it very difficult to carry out the evacuation by troopships, and the Navy had decided to embark troops 
on destroyers from the <name key="name-016133" type="place">Peloponnese</name>. The brigade was accordingly instructed to hold its position for a further twenty-four 
hours to allow the revised embarkation programme to be put 
into effect, and then, on 27 April, to withdraw to the <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name> 
Canal. Here a further rearguard covering the <name key="name-016133" type="place">Peloponnese</name> was 
to be formed. Thus the position at <name key="name-004004" type="place">Kriekouki</name> became known 
as ‘Twenty-four Hour Pass’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 24 April a reconnaissance party under Captain Orr had 
left for the embarkation beach south of the <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name> Canal. On 
reaching <name key="name-016045" type="place">Megara</name> this party was instructed by the 4 Brigade IO 
to go to a point one mile north of the <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name> Canal. This 
point was changed later to an area just south of it. On the 
night of 25–26 April the party crossed the canal and passed 
round <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name>, which was blazing fiercely after an air raid. 
Next morning transport planes flew over very low and paratroops dropped between Orr's party and the canal. Leaving 
for <name key="name-015479" type="place">Argos</name> to link up with 6 Brigade, which was known to be 
in that area, the party met Major Petrie<note xml:id="fn1-67" n="30"><p>Major M. De R. Petrie; <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1895-08-09">9 Aug 1895</date>; company secretary; 2 i/c <name key="name-002001" type="organisation">18 Bn</name> 1940–41.</p></note> of 18 Battalion and, 
with about thirty stragglers, decided to form a defensive line 
across the road, at the same time sending word of the position 
to the CO 26 Battalion.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Later, Captain Orr was directed by Colonel Stewart,<note xml:id="fn2-67" n="31"><p>Maj-Gen K. L. Stewart, CB, CBE, DSO, m.i.d., MC (Gk), Legion of Merit (US);
<name key="name-120120" type="place">Kerikeri</name>; born <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>, <date when="1896-12-30">30 Dec 1896</date>; Regular soldier; <name key="name-004367" type="organisation">1 NZEF</name> 1917–19; GSO 1
2 NZ Div 1940–41; Deputy Chief of General Staff Dec 1941–Jul 1943; comd
<name key="name-001162" type="organisation">5 Bde</name> Aug–Nov 1943, <name key="name-002994" type="organisation">4 Armd Bde</name> Nov 1943–Mar 1944, <name key="name-001162" type="organisation">5 Bde</name> Mar–Aug 1944;
p.w. <date when="1944-08-01">1 Aug 1944</date>; comd <name key="name-001166" type="organisation">9 Bde</name> (<name key="name-004368" type="organisation">2 NZEF</name>, <name key="name-002006" type="place">Japan</name>) Nov 1945–Jul 1946; Chief of
General Staff Apr 1949–Mar 1952.</p></note> GSOI
<pb xml:id="n68" n="68"/>
at <name key="name-006644" type="place">Divisional Headquarters</name>, to join <name key="name-004045" type="organisation">Lee Force</name> near Monemvasia and, with other units of this force, take up a position 
three miles from the beach to cover the withdrawal of 6 Brigade. 
This was done, and on the night of 28–29 April the party 
embarked with 26 Battalion on HMS <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207132" type="ship">Havock</name></hi>, arriving in <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name> 
Bay in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> next day. There the party was transferred to 
HMS <hi rend="i">Comliebank</hi> and returned to Egypt.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The remainder of the battalion heard nothing more of Captain Orr and his party until the survivors of the <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> battle 
returned to <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Meanwhile, at <name key="name-004004" type="place">Kriekouki</name> the rifle companies were engaged 
on their rearguard action. Between 7 and 10 a.m. on 26 April 
numerous explosions were heard in <name key="name-004822" type="place">Thebes</name> and columns of 
vehicles could be seen moving into the town and east and west 
of it. Shortly after 11 a.m. an enemy reconnaissance party of 
about a hundred vehicles, led by a light tank and some motor-cyclists, was observed approaching <name key="name-004004" type="place">Kriekouki</name> from <name key="name-004822" type="place">Thebes</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘This exactly suited me,’ the CO wrote later in <hi rend="i">Infantry Brigadier</hi>, ‘a nice little ambush was ready for any such advanced 
guard. My idea was that it should be allowed to come up the 
road right into our position, when we would fall on it with 
two-pounders, mortars, anti-tank rifles, machine-guns, Bren 
guns, and rifles, while a party hidden in the village attacked 
the rear vehicles and put mines on the road. The column would 
have been very uncomfortable under the circumstances on the 
winding climb, and I fully expected a satisfactory butchery, but 
the plan got no trial. The gunners had been warned, but I had 
had no chance to see the Brigadier and get his approval. So 
the gunners opened fire under their instructions before the 
enemy column reached Kriekoukis. It was a pleasing but disappointing sight. The guns had not registered and their shells 
pitched everywhere but on the road. The Germans in the 
trucks scattered and there were some signs of panic; but very 
soon they pulled themselves together, embussed, turned their 
trucks and scuttled back … out of range. At the end the 
guns got several hits and eight vehicles were left abandoned.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Later, C Company's position was shelled by about a dozen 
guns but the company had no casualties. Our artillery shelled 
whatever targets presented themselves. In the afternoon enemy
<pb xml:id="n69" n="69"/>
vehicles were observed leaving <name key="name-004822" type="place">Thebes</name> by a road running eastwards which led round the right of the brigade area and on to 
the coast road to <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">While this skirmish had been taking place at <name key="name-004004" type="place">Kriekouki</name>, the 
enemy had delivered a successful parachute attack at <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name>. 
The bridge itself had been destroyed, the defending force dispersed and the enemy troops, reinforced by air, were prepared 
to hold the isthmus. When word of the destruction of the bridge 
reached <name key="name-207994" type="person">General Freyberg</name>, then in the <name key="name-016133" type="place">Peloponnese</name>, he arranged 
for 4 Brigade to be embarked at <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>, east of <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>. 
Instructions to this effect reached Brigadier Puttick at 6.30 p.m. 
As plans had already been made for the withdrawal, all that 
was required was that the destination should be changed from 
<name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name> to <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At 8.30 p.m., acting on instructions from Brigade, the battalion began to withdraw to the embarkation beach south-east 
of <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>. The Adjutant established a control post at Villia 
crossroads to check out the brigade and attached troops, while 
the CO, again in charge of the rear party, supervised the blowing of demolitions in the pass and as far as south of <name key="name-016043" type="place">Mazi</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The companies marched about eight miles before embussing. 
It was an arduous tramp under cold conditions, and the stillness of the night was frequently broken by the explosions of the 
demolitions carried out by the engineers of 2/8 Australian Field 
Company, covered by C Company. On their arrival at the 
transport area rum was issued to some of the troops—the battalion's first ration. Seated in or on the lorries, the men watched 
other units depart in transport, impatiently awaiting their turn 
to follow. At last it came and, to waste no time, the leading 
trucks were told to move as fast as possible. Headlights were 
permitted and the drive to <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> is remembered by those 
who made the trip as the wildest they experienced.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The bivouac area about three miles beyond <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> was 
reached by the rear party about 5.30 a.m. on Sunday, 27 April. 
Shortly after his arrival the CO was awakened by Lieutenant-Colonel Strutt, who stated that 20 Battalion and his guns were 
the only British troops left in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, and added that he had 
come to put himself under <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name>'s command. 
‘This neat little speech woke me up effectively,’ the CO later 
recalled. ‘We counted up our army, one battalion, seventeen
<pb xml:id="n70" n="70"/>
guns, one machine-gun company, seven anti-tank guns, and 
some sappers. I pointed out that the force was inadequate to 
retake <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> and said that we would fall back to the high 
ground about the beach, lie low or fight as the case required, 
and hope to embark during the night.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Leaving orders to move the battalion nearer the beach and 
having organised the artillery, the CO with the Adjutant left 
to reconnoitre the beach at <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>, or ‘Porto Raferty’ as 
the war diary spells it, some 12 miles away. At the beach there 
were no signs of any embarkation parties, but on the way back 
4 Brigade trucks were found and it was discovered that both 
Brigade Headquarters and 18 and <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19</name> Battalions were still in 
the area. Discarding the policy of concealment hitherto in force 
which prohibited movement by day, the Brigade Commander 
about 9 a.m. ordered the immediate occupation of a defensive 
position east of <name key="name-001072" type="place">Markopoulon</name>, with 18 and 20 Battalions forward and <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name> in reserve near the beach. All guns were 
to be ready for an anti-tank role.</p>
        <p>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba070a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba070a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba070a-g"/>
            <head>
              <hi rend="sc">4 brigade positions, porto rafti, <date when="1941-04-27">27 april 1941</date></hi>
            </head>
            <figDesc>Black and white map of army positions</figDesc>
          </figure>
        </p>
        <pb xml:id="n71" n="71"/>
        <p rend="indent">At the first alarm the men had been awakened and, after a 
hasty meal, moved several miles nearer the beach, where they 
once more dispersed in olive groves. To the ordinary soldier 
the position was very confused. About an hour after arriving 
in the dispersal area the drivers were ordered to destroy their 
transport, but this order was cancelled before it could be put 
fully into effect. With dramatic suddenness the troops were 
ordered away to their final defensive positions. Some marched, 
others moved in lorries, the ‘runners’ towing those with pick 
holes through their radiators.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Passing through the little village of <name key="name-001072" type="place">Markopoulon</name> the men 
had an unforgettable experience. The cordial reception given 
to the retreating troops by the inhabitants was touching. They 
seemed to realise that all possible assistance had been given to 
their unfortunate little country and bore the departing troops 
no ill will. Running alongside and carrying rifles as the thirsty 
troops drank, they pressed on them gifts of wine and water.</p>
        <p rend="indent">While the companies were moving independently to their 
positions a squadron of fighter-bombers made a sudden appearance and viciously machine-gunned and bombed the village 
and the marching column. There were numerous civilian 
casualties. B Company was particularly unfortunate, being 
caught on transport at the beginning of the raid and suffering 
some twenty casualties.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Captain Rice's<note xml:id="fn1-71" n="31"><p><name key="name-009671" type="person">Capt M. C. Rice, MBE</name>; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1904-07-08">8 Jul 1904</date>; company secretary;
killed in action <date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date>.</p></note> 8-cwt truck led the little convoy through 
<name key="name-001072" type="place">Markopoulon</name> to B Company's positions. The company sergeant-major, WO II <name key="name-009703" type="person">Shirley</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-71" n="32"><p><name key="name-009703" type="person">Lt C. V. Shirley</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born Edievale, <date when="1917-03-22">22 Mar 1917</date>; clerk.</p></note> describes the attack:</p>
        <p rend="indent">On the outskirts of Marcopoulon our route branched off the 
main road to <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name> and we proceeded about two miles along 
this dirt road. On the left was a gradually sloping ridge dotted 
with an occasional tree while on the right was fairly flat ground 
with some rocky formations. On one flat piece there was a grape 
orchard. Ahead and further out on the right were some trees.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We halted, and because of the towing the trucks were nose to 
tail. 12 Platoon under Lieutenant Fergus MacLaren<note xml:id="fn3-71" n="33"><p><name key="name-008660" type="person">2 Lt F. B. McLaren</name>; born NZ <date when="1914-04-10">10 Apr 1914</date>; Presbyterian minister; killed
in action <date when="1941-04-27">27 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> had failed 
to arrive and Captain Rice sent me down the road to look for them. 
At the same time he called a meeting of platoon commanders. We 
did not debus as soon as we stopped for the men were dead weary
<pb xml:id="n72" n="72"/>
at this stage and very confused. In another two minutes Captain 
Rice would have finished his conference and the platoons would 
have been in their defensive positions.</p>
        <p rend="indent">I was only about a hundred yards down the road when a number 
of aeroplanes swooped very low over the ridge. The men were still 
on their trucks awaiting dispersal orders but immediately the attack 
began they scattered and took what cover they could on both sides 
of the road. The attack continued for some considerable time, the 
planes swooping very low up and down the road and strafing the 
road itself, the trucks and the men. All the vehicles except the OC's 
8-cwt were ‘brewed up’ by incendiary bullets, which also set fire to 
crop in which some of the men were sheltering.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name> road was getting a doing over at the same time 
and it later transpired that 12 Platoon were on this road, having 
mistaken the turn off. It was here that Lieutenant Fergus MacLaren was killed. In the main group Captain <name key="name-009158" type="person">Ayto</name><note xml:id="fn1-72" n="34"><p><name key="name-009158" type="person">Capt W. Ayto</name>; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1916-01-25">25 Jan 1916</date>; butcher; died of wounds 27 Apr
<date when="1941">1941</date>.</p></note> had been badly 
shot through both knees and was carried clear of the road to the 
side of a hill. He later died of wounds. Three of the men killed we 
buried in the grape vines and evacuated the other killed and 
wounded to the beach in the ‘pick-up’. It was altogether a very 
nasty raid.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During this air attack very fine work in attending to the 
wounded was done by Lance-Corporal Smith,<note xml:id="fn2-72" n="35"><p>S-Sgt L. G. Smith, m.i.d.; <name key="name-021115" type="place">Ashburton</name>; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1916-01-21">21 Jan 1916</date>; grocer;
p.w. I <date when="1941-12">Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> one of the 
medical orderlies, and Private <name key="name-009280" type="person">Cousins</name>.<note xml:id="fn3-72" n="36"><p><name key="name-009280" type="person">Pte C. J. Cousins</name>, m.i.d.; Otautau, Southland; born NZ <date when="1907-05-04">4 May 1907</date>; labourer;
p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>; repatriated <date when="1943-04-26">26 Apr 1943</date>.</p></note> Lieutenant <name key="name-009669" type="person">Rhodes</name><note xml:id="fn4-72" n="37"><p><name key="name-009669" type="person">Maj G. A. T. Rhodes</name>, m.i.d.; Taiko, <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>; born <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>, <date when="1914-10-20">20 Oct 1914</date>; 
farm cadet; wounded <date when="1941-11">Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> 
assisted the wounded during the raid and organised a group 
of Australians to help to form a carrying party. Captain Rice, 
the company commander, also showed great courage in assisting the wounded and in reorganising his company and moving 
it, with no signs of disorganisation, into the position assigned 
to it.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the village the Greeks, as a final unselfish gesture, insisted 
that the wounded among the troops should be treated before 
their own casualties. At this stage an old Greek who spoke a 
little English said, ‘Well, boys, you're going now, but we'll be 
waiting for you when you come back.’ Quickly came the 
response, ‘Too b—right, we'll be back’, and it was through 
no fault of their own that those who gave the pledge were later 
unable to fulfil it.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n73" n="73"/>
        <p rend="indent">From then on the men of 20 Battalion went through what 
probably felt the longest day in their lives. It seemed as though 
night would never fall. Their orders were to endeavour to hold 
their ground stubbornly in the event of attack, but if the front 
was irretrievably broken the troops south of the road would 
retire to the high ground south of the beach, Mount Merenda, 
and hold it as an infantry position until embarkation became 
possible.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Although dust columns moving south were observed some 
miles to the west, the enemy was strangely inactive. German 
motor-cyclists had entered <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> shortly after 8 a.m. and had 
been ordered to push on to Lavrion, a little port some 12 miles 
south of <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>. After the vicious noon attack enemy air 
activity was confined to occasional visits by one or two planes, 
although large numbers of fighters and bombers passed seawards south-east over the area and on returning attacked small 
craft on the beach.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About 4 p.m. Lieutenant John <name key="name-009681" type="person">Rolleston</name><note xml:id="fn1-73" n="38"><p><name key="name-009681" type="person">Maj J. W. Rolleston</name>; <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>; born NZ <date when="1912-04-15">15 Apr 1912</date>; solicitor.</p></note> reported that an 
enemy force estimated at from sixty to one hundred vehicles, 
composed of trucks and either light tanks or motor-cycle combinations, was coming up a road and disappearing from view to 
the left of B Company's front. From other battalion positions 
enemy transport in groups of three or four was seen emerging 
from <name key="name-001072" type="place">Markopoulon</name> and passing across the front on the main 
road to Lavrion. The battalion mortars bombarded whatever 
targets they could find in the village.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We now know from enemy records what was happening in 
<name key="name-001072" type="place">Markopoulon</name>. Apparently the enemy had no knowledge of the 
presence of 4 Brigade around <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name> other than a report 
received by the commander of <hi rend="i">2 Motor Cycle Battalion</hi> on reaching <name key="name-001072" type="place">Markopoulon</name> that ‘English troops … were abandoning 
their vehicles and fleeing on foot towards the coast.’ A motor-cycle company sent out to investigate came under the accurate 
fire of ‘at least 6 guns, mortars and MGs’ and the battalion 
commander decided to lay on a Stuka attack. He sent his 
adjutant back to <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> to make these arrangements and 
cleared the field east of <name key="name-001072" type="place">Markopoulon</name> ready for the bombers; 
but these preliminaries took time and it became too late for 
either air or ground attack. Fourth Brigade was allowed to
<pb xml:id="n74" n="74"/>
slip through the enemy's none-too-eager fingers, and next day 
a fighting patrol found the New Zealanders gone.</p>
        <p rend="indent">For the troops holding the road to <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name> the long day 
ended without further incident, and at 8.30 p.m. the battalion 
began to thin out and withdraw by detachments through the 
line held by <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name> to the evacuation beach. Here the 
men were sorted into company groups and settled down to wait 
for the embarkation officer to give the order to move.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The naval embarkation officer ordered packs, greatcoats, and 
all equipment except rifles and tommy guns to be destroyed. 
This instruction, intended to facilitate loading, was obeyed as 
to packs and greatcoats, and many prized possessions were 
thrown away or destroyed. Counter-orders from the CO 
reached most platoons and when the men went aboard they 
took with them all Bren guns and magazines, the signal equipment, less line, and the mortars—most fortunately as it proved.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Just before 2 a.m. the troops moved off to the small landing 
stage, where the majority embarked in tank landing craft and 
were taken out to the cruiser <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207110" type="ship">Ajax</name></hi> and the destroyer <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207112" type="ship">Kingston</name>.</hi> 
Considerable difficulty was experienced in getting one of the 
landing craft off the beach as it had grounded on a sandbank. 
After a long and wearisome delay it got under way. The men 
were hauled up the sides of the ships and guided by the sailors 
to their quarters, anywhere below decks. Once on board, they 
received the traditional hospitality of the Navy—gifts of cigarettes and matches, which were much appreciated, and a meal 
with mugs of piping hot cocoa, after which they settled down 
for a much-needed sleep.</p>
        <p rend="indent">One of the first reactions after the recent fortnight of continuous strain was the feeling of relief, the impression that all was 
now well, engendered no doubt by the traditional confidence 
that British people have in the <name key="name-003205" type="organisation">Royal Navy</name>. The troops' relief 
at their own escape, however, was tempered with a feeling of 
deep concern for those they were leaving behind. The high 
hopes with which they had set out for <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> had not been 
realised. Every time they had prepared to fight, the general 
situation had deteriorated and they had been ordered to withdraw. For most of the campaign the battalion had covered the 
retreat of the brigade without at any time relaxing its standard 
of discipline; and in military circles it is generally considered
<pb xml:id="n75" n="75"/>
that the role of rearguard in a withdrawal is one of the greatest 
tests of a unit's discipline and morale.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Thus ended the battalion's part in the Greek campaign. The 
friendship with the Greek people that was formed on the first 
day ashore endured to the last, and their farewells, confident 
that the same troops would one day return, is for many the 
most touching memory of the war.</p>
        <p rend="center">* * * * *</p>
        <p rend="indent">To strike back when the enemy attacks and odds are more or 
less even is a perfectly normal measure. The fight at <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>, 
when little groups of New Zealanders and Australians, armed 
only with rifles and bayonets, grenades, a few machine guns 
and the pathetic Boys anti-tank rifles, recaptured the town from 
the advanced guard of a German panzer division equipped 
with machine guns, mortars, and two field guns ranks as an 
infantry action of the highest order.</p>
        <p rend="indent">After the departure of the battalion for <name key="name-003953" type="place">Katerini</name> on 18 March, 
its reinforcements—6 officers and 46 men—moved from Hymettus to the New Zealand Division's reinforcement camp at <name key="name-016325" type="place">Voula</name> 
and helped to provide detachments of fourteen different guards, 
of about twelve to twenty men each, scattered round <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>, 
<name key="name-001219" type="place">Piraeus</name>, and the docks. Later, two groups of fifty men each 
were always on call for anti-paratroop work. German aircraft 
raided the port frequently and one incident is described by 
Private Doug <name key="name-009637" type="person">Patterson</name><note xml:id="fn1-75" n="39"><p><name key="name-009637" type="person">Pte D. D. Patterson</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born Glencoe, <date when="1916-11-24">24 Nov 1916</date>; machinist;
p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note>:</p>
        <p rend="indent">While some of us were doing port guard at <name key="name-001219" type="place">Piraeus</name> the German 
air force made a heavy night raid and set seventeen or eighteen 
ships on fire as well as dropping mines in the harbour. Next day 
another boat, French I think, while turning in to the wharf struck 
a mine, blew up, and sank in about twenty minutes. Some of the 
sailors were floating in the harbour. Jack <name key="name-009108" type="person">Coatsworth</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-75" n="40"><p><name key="name-009108" type="person">Pte F. J. C. Coatsworth</name>; born NZ <date when="1918-09-05">5 Sep 1918</date>; plumber; p.w. <date when="1941-04">Apr 1941</date>; died
while p.w. <date when="1942-08-10">10 Aug 1942</date>.</p></note> Captain 
Yates's<note xml:id="fn3-75" n="41"><p><name key="name-009803" type="person">Capt H. S. D. Yates</name>, ED; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1911-04-23">23 Apr 1911</date>;
clerk; p.w. <date when="1941-04-28">28 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> batman, who had come down to see the result of the raid 
saw these men and, although the surface of the water was on fire, 
he dived in and brought two sailors to land. He was a very strong 
swimmer but how he was not badly burned I do not know.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n76" n="76"/>
        <p rend="indent">About 21 April the news was received that the evacuation 
of <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> was to begin, and next day orders came that the 
reinforcements were to be organised into a fighting battalion 
to act as a rearguard when 4 Brigade came through. With 
practically no equipment and no transport, this was a tall order.
Thirty-one different units were represented in the camp, which 
was under the command of Major MacDuff.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Captain Yates, who organised the battalion into a headquarters company and three rifle companies, says:</p>
        <p rend="indent">23–24 April: Sent men out and found transport for ourselves— 
picked up trucks in ordnance parks. Found Lewis and Vickers guns 
in ordnance stores. Got some stores for Engineers such as compressor 
and explosives. It was just a case of help yourself in the <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> stores. 
Before this there had been nothing available. Now there was no 
check and no guards whatsoever.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Returning from a conference in <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name> on 25 April, Major 
MacDuff issued orders for the battalion to move out that night. 
Leaving at 7.10 p.m., the convoy went through <name key="name-026131" type="place">Elevsis</name>, <name key="name-016045" type="place">Megara</name>, 
and <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name>, reaching <name key="name-015479" type="place">Argos</name> about dawn. Here it was diverted 
to <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> because of an influx of Australian troops at Navplion and the loss of the transport <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207127" type="ship">Ulster Prince</name></hi> outside <name key="name-014465" type="place">Navplion</name> 
harbour.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The convoy was turned back and then sent forward again 
on a zigzag climb—and bombed. It spent 26 April on the 
road and in the late afternoon camped in olive groves several 
miles north of <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>. Major MacDuff went to a conference 
with Brigadier Parrington, an English officer who was responsible for the embarkation plans, and returned with orders to 
report and be ready on the wharf the following evening, 27- 
28 April.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the evening of 26–27 April approximately 7000 troops, 
mainly Australian, were taken off in destroyers which ferried 
them to two transports, making about seven trips to do so. 
Prospects for the evacuation of the New Zealanders the following evening looked extremely rosy. <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>, however, was 
becoming congested with thousands of survivors of miscellaneous units—Base Details, <name key="name-003197" type="organisation">RASC</name>, signallers, drivers, Lascars, 
Cypriot and Palestinian pioneers, and some Yugoslavs who 
claimed to have authority from Mr Anthony Eden for a high 
priority in embarkation. Brigadier Parrington's instructions
<pb xml:id="n77" n="77"/>
emphasised the importance of getting all fighting troops away, 
but as the New Zealand Reinforcement Battalion was to cover 
the withdrawal it was to be the last to embark.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 27 April Captain Yates met some officers of the 4th 
Hussars who said they had a screen 30 kilometres out from 
<name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> which could give ample warning of the enemy's 
approach. In the early evening the battalion drove to the quayside at <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> and orders were given to destroy trucks an 
prepare for evacuation. Private <name key="name-009481" type="person">Jones</name><note xml:id="fn1-77" n="42"><p><name key="name-009481" type="person">Pte A. M. Jones</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born <name key="name-120608" type="place">Greymouth</name>, <date when="1917-07-13">13 Jul 1917</date>; bricklayer;
wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-04-29">29 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> describes what happened:</p>
        <p rend="indent">The night was spent waiting for ships which did not come in so 
in the early morning we drove out of the town in the ‘destroyed’ 
trucks. The drivers had either been too keen on catching the boat 
to carry out the order or else they doubted the wisdom of destroying 
the vehicles. We drove back to our dispersal area, concealed our 
trucks, and rested during the day.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Some of the men, however, stayed under cover on the slopes 
near <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> and this breaking up of units no doubt affected 
their organisation as a fighting force. Enemy aircraft were 
active in the vicinity of <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> but casualties were surprisingly light.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About 4 p.m. on 28 April the battalion drove back through 
the town to the usual accompaniment of bombing and strafing, 
the transport moving in small groups at fifteen-minute intervals. Captains Yates and <name key="name-009290" type="person">Curtis</name><note xml:id="fn2-77" n="43"><p><name key="name-009290" type="person">Capt D. Curtis</name>; <name key="name-120106" type="place">Te Puke</name>; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1917-05-12">12 May 1917</date>; Regular soldier;
p.w. <date when="1941-04-29">29 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> were told to wait till 6 p.m. 
to pick up stragglers. Captain Yates describes their experiences:</p>
        <p rend="indent">At 5.43 p.m. five German armoured cars appeared. We tried to 
get away but bursts of machine-gun fire made us change our minds. 
The flying column which took us sent us back and continued on into 
<name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>. The road was thick with Huns and we were handed back 
from vehicle to vehicle. At the rear of the column was an empty 
truck which picked us up. A few miles back we came upon the 4th 
Hussars, four or five officers and about 100 men. They had been 
captured intact. Later in the night we were piled into trucks and 
taken into <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> to the wharf area.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the meantime the troops that were mobile had reached 
<name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> and dispersed in the hills on the eastern side. Major
<pb xml:id="n78" n="78"/>
<figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba078a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba078a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba078a-g"/><head><hi rend="sc">the battle for kalamata waterfront, 28–29 april</hi></head><figDesc>Black and white map of army postions</figDesc></figure>
MacDuff had established his headquarters east of the town at a 
corner on Beach road. Private Jones continues:</p>
        <p rend="indent">About 5 p.m. a German reconnaissance group entered the town 
and cut us off from the quay where embarkation was to take place. 
At dusk we started to move towards the town and about half a mile 
from the outskirts Major MacDuff met us and distributed grenades 
and small-arms ammunition. He was shouting to us to get into it 
and saying that unless the town was cleared the Navy would be 
unable to take us off. Nearing the town we encountered fire from a 
large calibre gun, a heavy mortar, armoured vehicles, and machine 
guns. Steady progress was made towards the centre of the town. 
An LMG which had given considerable trouble was cleaned out by 
means of grenades. At this point I lost my section. The officer was 
missing and the others seemed to follow suit. However I made contact with Jim <name key="name-009433" type="person">Hesson</name>,<note xml:id="fn1-78" n="44"><p><name key="name-009433" type="person">Sgt J. Hesson</name>; born NZ <date when="1918-11-18">18 Nov 1918</date>; farmer; wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-04-29">29 Apr 1941</date>;
repatriated <date when="1943-11">Nov 1943</date>; died <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name>, <date when="1948-07-10">10 Jul 1948</date>.</p></note> Doug Patterson, and Jack Hinton, all of the
<pb xml:id="n79" n="79"/>
20th Battalion. Jack had just wiped out an MG post at the corner. 
There were dead Germans lying about. There was some mortar fire 
about this time. We took over the Jerry LMG and sort of meditated 
about the position. The closeness of the mortar fire, the heavy gun 
firing on the beaches, together with the LMGs which were giving 
covering fire to the heavy weapons were giving us some worry. They 
just had to be put out of action. After discussing the problem for 
some minutes we received a rude shock when a very large German 
stepped out and let fly with a tommy gun, severely wounding Jim 
Hesson in the arm, and disappeared.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Hinton decided the enemy position must be cleaned out and told 
me to give him covering fire while he worked his way along the 
street using doorways for cover as far as possible. I consider any 
man who was prepared to accept my covering fire should have been 
awarded the VC for that act alone. We tried to use the Jerry LMG 
as we had tons of ammunition for it but as it wouldn't function I 
had to use the bren.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Jack started for his objective some two hundred yards distant 
keeping to the left, while I endeavoured to keep a line of fire a few 
feet out from the buildings on the same side of the street. About fifty 
yards from his objective Hinton struck two blokes in a doorway. He 
nearly bayoneted them, discovering just in time that they were two 
of ours, one a Tommy Lieutenant-Colonel and the other Major 
(‘Two-Pill’) <name key="name-004840" type="person">Thomson</name><note xml:id="fn1-79" n="45"><p><name key="name-004840" type="person">Maj G. H. Thomson</name>, OBE, ED; <name key="name-021363" type="place">New Plymouth</name>; born Dunedin, <date when="1892-03-05">5 Mar 1892</date>;
obstetrician; gunner, 4 How Bty, Egypt and <name key="name-026177" type="place">Gallipoli</name>, 1914–16; RMO <name key="name-001152" type="organisation">4 Fd Regt</name>
Sep 1939–Apr 1941; p.w. <date when="1941-04-29">29 Apr 1941</date>; repatriated <date when="1943-10">Oct 1943</date>.</p></note> of <name key="name-021386" type="place">Palmerston North</name>, at one time RMO to 
the 4th Field Artillery. Major Thomson was at this stage endeavouring to contact Major MacDuff to inform him of the location of the 
RAP as he was somewhat afraid our chaps might throw grenades 
first and ask questions later. The RAP had been set up in the town 
prior to the German occupation.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Hinton started off again and in a very short time cleaned out the 
two LMGs and the mortar with grenades. Simultaneously a 3-tonner 
driven by an Aussie and carrying a load of Kiwis rushed the heavy 
gun from the south. I cannot say whether Hinton or the chaps on 
the truck cleaned up the big gun. A few minutes after this episode, 
which was really the turning point of the whole show, Jack was 
severely wounded in the stomach.</p>
        <p rend="indent">From here to the quay, a distance of about 200 yards, there was 
much bitter fighting. Round one corner I met my mate, Doug 
Patterson.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Private Patterson had come by a different route but had had 
just as much action. His account and that of Private Jones are 
quoted practically in full as they give a good picture of the 
type of fighting that took place. Patterson states:</p>
        <pb xml:id="n80" n="80"/>
        <p rend="indent">I came down out of the olive grove to MacDuff's corner where 
he was giving out grenades and ammunition and shouting to us to 
get into it. I had my own rifle and ammunition. We went along the 
street nearest the water front—I remember there were buildings on 
my right but none on my left. MGs were firing down the streets 
from the west. About half way between the jetty and the quay one 
German stepped out of a shop with a tommy gun. He sort of hesitated and was shot.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We moved on till about a block before the quay where we met 
some Jerries who came out of a building and tried to make over to 
an armoured car or half-tracked vehicle. We got three of them. 
After we passed one of them he fired at us from under the car. When 
I was opposite the first vehicle a truck without a canopy and full of 
Kiwis whizzed past me. I saw one chap, a Maori I think, with a 
tommy gun and one chap with a bren gun leaning over the hood. 
The truck rushed the big gun, the chaps firing as they closed in. 
I didn't see what the chaps on the truck did next as the Jerries 
rushing out of the building occupied our attention. After we had 
finished with the Jerries I saw the chaps milling round the gun. 
I did not go over to them as at that moment Jones and others came 
round the corner and I joined up with them. Jones seemed to be 
enjoying it. I remember him saying that it was the best night he 
had had since he left New Zealand. He had always been my mate 
so I went along with him. About five German armoured vehicles 
were parked in the street. The crews were upstairs and seemed to 
be firing from the upper storeys. I remember thinking it looked as 
if they had left their vehicles to go looting. We got some and Jones 
got those that made for the other armoured vehicles.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Just up from the water front there were some Jerries in a building. 
They were firing mostly from the ground floor with at least two 
machine guns. They kept up a continuous fire with them, first one 
and then the other. I couldn't help thinking what a perfect MG 
post it was. Some Jerries on the balcony were firing with tommy 
guns. We took up position on the steps of a jetty. A soldier whom 
I heard the boys say afterwards was an officer, Australian I thought 
by the way he spoke, walked across from the steps, stopped, and 
called on the Jerries to surrender. He yelled, ‘You are surrounded. 
Will you surrender?’ They replied with fire and he fell in the street. 
Some of the boys said, ‘He's dead.’ Another said, ‘we'll go out and 
pull him back.’ Hearing this the officer, who was lying with his 
head on his arms yelled, ‘I've been hit. I'm all right, but if someone comes I won't be.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Jones and Patterson nevertheless made a rush across to a telegraph pole in the middle of the street. While the latter lay and 
sheltered behind the concrete kerb surrounding the pole, Jones 
stood up and fired with the Bren at the German machine guns
<pb xml:id="n81" n="81"/>
which were firing through the bottom windows. While he was 
doing this a German on the balcony was shooting at him with 
a tommy gun. Patterson says:</p>
        <p rend="indent">Bullets were hitting the post and I remember thinking what a 
rotten shot Jonah was until I saw it was the Jerry on the balcony 
firing at him. Afterwards I found that flakes of concrete chipped 
off the post had cut him around the throat and eyes. Jonah kept 
firing at the LMGs until he was hit in the shoulder and fell across 
my feet. I looked up and got the Jerry on the balcony. He fell 
down on to the footpath and those on the ground floor seemed to 
stop firing. There seemed to be a fire round the corner to the left. 
Sergeant Charlie West<note xml:id="fn1-81" n="46"><p>L-Sgt C. J. West; Bluff; born NZ <date when="1907-08-13">13 Aug 1907</date>; oysterman; p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> told me afterwards that they started a fire 
with petrol at the back of the building.</p>
        <p rend="indent">After the MGs firing through the windows had stopped the boys 
came across the road from behind the steps and went up to the 
windows where someone threw in grenades. I went across firing at 
where I thought the MGs had been. A few minutes later about sixty 
Jerries came out through the door in the left hand corner of the 
building with their hands up. At the same time some other Kiwis 
came round the corner from the other street. One of the Jerries 
spoke English and said, ‘You'd better look after us because our main 
party will be here in an hour.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">After this Patterson took Jones to the RAP. Most of the 
troops there were Australians and they gave the two Kiwis some 
brandy. Jones now wanted a Mauser as he could no longer 
carry his Bren gun and yet still wanted to carry on with his 
mates. Patterson went back to where he had seen a motor-cycle 
and side-chair tipped over and fifteen brand-new rifles lying on 
the road, but when he arrived there were no weapons left. He 
continues:</p>
        <p rend="indent">In looking round for one I passed some armoured vehicles up a 
side street where I saw Major MacDuff. I heard him say he thought 
the Naval Officer had been killed and they were going to try to 
signal the navy. An officer said we were to go up the <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name> road, 
turn trucks sideways to block the road, and set them alight. We 
went up the <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name> road about a mile and parked the trucks across 
the highway but I don't remember anyone setting them alight.</p>
        <p>The men then returned to <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Further information on the fighting along the waterfront is 
given by Lieutenant <name key="name-009668" type="person">Rhind</name><note xml:id="fn2-81" n="47"><p><name key="name-009668" type="person">Capt P. K. Rhind</name>; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-029248" type="place">Lyttelton</name>, <date when="1915-06-20">20 Jun 1915</date>; clerk; p.w.
<date when="1941-04-29">29 Apr 1941</date>; ex-Regular Force; Area Commander, <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, 1952–55.</p></note></p>
        <pb xml:id="n82" n="82"/>
        <p rend="indent">About 6 p.m. Lieutenant O'Rourke [O'Rorke]<note xml:id="fn1-82" n="48"><p>Lt F. O'Rorke; born England, <date when="1906-07-31">31 Jul 1906</date>; sheep-farmer; killed in action
<date when="1941-04-28">28 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> and I were 
called to Brigadier Parrington's conference which took place just 
off Motor Road in the rear of the dispersal area. We were ordered 
to carry out a reconnaissance and see that A and B Companies were 
placed in the positions they were allotted, the former covering the 
entrance of the <name key="name-013549" type="place">Tripolis</name>–<name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name> road to the town at the western 
end, and the latter where the road from <name key="name-029462" type="place">Sparta</name> entered <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>. 
The companies were to withdraw at 10 p.m. for embarkation if 
conditions permitted.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We set out for the centre of the town and met some Greeks 
running towards us. They told us that the Germans were in the 
town and at the same time we heard small arms fire. We pushed 
on to have a look and saw some Germans in the area where A Com 
pany were supposed to be but saw no sign of A Company. We sent 
a runner back to advise MacDuff and decided to make our way 
back to the waterfront to pick up any troops we could find in the 
dispersal area. Picked up about twenty Australians and New Zealanders and set out towards the waterfront.</p>
        <p rend="indent">As we started towards the quay three or four shells from a fairly 
heavy gun landed in the area about twenty yards behind us and 
machine-gun fire came from the direction of the <name key="name-000776" type="place">Corinth</name> end of the 
waterfront road. By this time it was getting fairly dark and there 
seemed to be utter confusion in the waterfront area and shots were 
coming from all directions. O'Rourke and I split up at this stage, 
he taking about ten men and advancing up the road next to the 
waterfront and I took the remainder and made my way from house 
to house up the waterfront road. There was somebody giving covering fire from the left hand side of this road but I have no idea who 
it was.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Some time later a runner came from Lieutenant O'Rorke to 
say that he was pinned down by fire from the top of a certain 
house. Lieutenant Rhind broke into an adjoining house and 
from the roof-top his party could see Germans on the roof of 
a nearby house. They gave them a burst of tommy-gun fire 
and the enemy firing ceased. About this stage they met Lieutenant Fay<note xml:id="fn2-82" n="49"><p>Capt J. A. O'L. Fay; <name key="name-002817" type="place">Auckland</name>; born <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>, <date when="1912-06-29">29 Jun 1912</date>; insurance
inspector; p.w. <date when="1941-04-29">29 Apr 1941</date>.</p></note> of 25 Battalion.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The little party fought its way up the waterfront to the 
second-last block where it was joined by many more troops. 
While they were re-forming a truck loaded with New Zealand 
and Australian troops went up the road towards the German 
positions.</p>
        <p>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba004a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba004a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba004a-g"/>
            <head>Enlisting, <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1939-09">September 1939</date></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of men is suits</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba004b">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba004b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba004b-g"/>
            <head>Section post, <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers in a trench</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba005a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba005a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba005a-g"/>
            <p>Original officers of 20 Battalion<lb/><hi rend="i">Back row:</hi> Lt D. J. Fountaine, 2 Lts L. S. Leslie, V. C. Poole, and P. G. Markham, Lt C.
K. Fleming, 2 Lts G. A. T. Rhodes and J. H. Beale, Lt A. I. Garriock, 2 Lts F. J. Bain,
G. A. Brown, J. F. Phillips, M. G. O'Callaghan, and J. D. Aiken. <hi rend="i">Second row:</hi> Capt R. S.
Orr, Lt W. Ayto, Rev. H. I. Hopkins, <name key="name-009689" type="person">Lt H. J. Scoltock</name>, Capt G. R. Kirk, 2 Lt J. R.
Coote, Lts D. B. Cameron, <name key="name-009333" type="person">M. C. Fairbrother</name>, and G. W. Washbourn, 2 Lts J. F. Baker
and J. H. Kempthorne, <name key="name-009477" type="person">Capt H. O. Jefcoate</name>. <hi rend="i">Front row:</hi> Capts M. C. Rice, R. D. B.
Paterson, and J. T. Burrows, Majs P. W. G. Spiers and F. E. Dornwell, <name key="name-208411" type="person">Lt-Col H. K.
Kippenberger</name>, Capt F. L. H. Davis, <name key="name-009545" type="person">Maj A. P. MacDuff</name>, Capts B. J. Mathewson, T. H.
Mitchell, and C. Wilson. <hi rend="i">In front:</hi> 2 Lts G. A. Murray, T. E. Dawson, and R. L.
D. Powrie, Lt J. P. Quilter. (Absent, Lts S. L. Wood and K. G. Manchester)</p>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of army officers</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba005b">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba005b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba005b-g"/>
            <head>Battalion lines, Cave</head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of an army camp</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba006a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba006a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba006a-g"/>
            <p>C Company on route march at Cave, <date when="1939-11">November 1939</date>. <hi rend="i">From right:</hi> WO II J. D. Gibb
Capt B. J. Mathewson, and 2 Lt G. A. Brown. Cpl J. D. Hinton, center, front ranl</p>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers marching</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba006b">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba006b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba006b-g"/>
            <head>Farewell parade, <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1940-01">January 1940</date></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers marching</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba007a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba007a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba007a-g"/>
            <head>On board the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi> at <name key="name-029248" type="place">Lyttelton</name>, <date when="1940-01-05">5 January 1940</date></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of a ship</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba008a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba008a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba008a-g"/>
            <head>On the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207162" type="ship">Dunera</name></hi>. L-Cpl N. Sutherland (D Company barber)
at work</head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers resting on a ship</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba008b">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba008b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba008b-g"/>
            <head>Arrival at <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name>, <date when="1940-02">February 1940</date></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of army movement</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba009a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba009a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba009a-g"/>
            <head>20 Battalion Band</head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of a band</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba009b">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba009b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba009b-g"/>
            <head>Wadi Tih, <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of landforms</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba010a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba010a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba010a-g"/>
            <head>Meal time on a B Company exercise</head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers eating</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba010b">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba010b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba010b-g"/>
            <head>Carrying Italian prisoners of war, <date when="1940-12">December 1940</date></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers on a vehicle</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba011a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba011a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba011a-g"/>
            <head>River-crossing exercise, <name key="name-000935" type="place">Helwan</name>, <date when="1941-02">February 1941</date></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of a waterway</figDesc>
          </figure>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba011b">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba011b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba011b-g"/>
            <head>Entraining for <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, <name key="name-000961" type="place">Ikingi Maryut</name>, <date when="1941-03">March 1941</date></head>
            <figDesc>Black and white photograph of a train</figDesc>
          </figure>
        </p>
        <pb xml:id="n83" n="83"/>
        <p rend="indent">‘They were fired on,’ says Lieutenant Rhind, ‘and I think the 
driver was wounded because the truck stopped and the troops took 
cover on both sides of the road. It was dark by this time and the 
only way we could keep contact was by shouting “Aussie” and 
“Kiwi” so that we could recognise friend and foe. We advanced a 
bit further up the road when we were joined by Lieutenant-Colonel 
Geddes who took control of proceedings from there on. There was 
an interpreter with him and he was calling on the Germans to surrender. In a few minutes the Germans gave themselves up, about 
eighty or ninety as far as I could see.</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘The prisoners were sent back to the beach under escort and we 
proceeded to put the troops into a defensive position. An attempt 
was made to tip the heavy gun into the sea but it got jammed against 
a tree. We turned a truck round to face out to sea and with the 
headlamps signalled to the Navy that the waterfront had been 
cleared and that we were ready to embark. We also told them that 
the Naval Officer in charge of the port had been taken prisoner, but 
received no reply. We used the German trucks as road blocks and 
organised parties to carry the wounded to the RAP set up by Major 
Thomson. I remained on the job till 2 a.m. when we were informed 
that Brigadier Parrington was going to surrender at 5.30 a.m. so 
decided to make a break for it. About five of us got on to a caique 
and for about an hour and a half tried to get the engine going but 
without success. It was getting fairly light by this time so our only 
hope was to make for the hills in the direction of Kalamiri but before 
we got far we were rounded up by a German motor cycle patrol.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Meanwhile, Captain Yates had had the exasperating experience of being in the town but of not being able to assist in the 
fight. He continues:</p>
        <p rend="indent">We had just debussed on the wharf when the fighting began. The 
Jerries took us behind some buildings. Wisely we sat down on the 
road. At 7.45 p.m. the Jerries piled off and moved forward. 20-mm 
guns were firing and the place was rather unpleasant. The New 
Zealanders were attacking so the 150 of us were moved from place 
to place as our own people attacked. The Germans withdrew through 
the town taking us with them and we were run out with bayonets and 
tommy guns pointed at us, over the bridge and along the road to 
above the cutting in the first rise. The Germans had two heavy 
guns drawn by half-tracked vehicles, several companies of motorised 
infantry, and some anti-tank guns of small calibre. They must have 
been well ahead of the main body. Next morning we were amazed to 
hear the sound of marching men. It was the long column of prisoners 
of war passing by. Later we joined them in a large field 300 yards 
past a knoll and were taken into <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> again and put into old 
Greek barracks.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n84" n="84"/>
        <p rend="indent">The decision to surrender was made by Brigadier Parrington 
to save needless waste of life when nothing could be gained. 
The factors leading up to this decision are outlined in his diary. 
Describing the situation in <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> at 1 a.m. on 29 April, 
Parrington said that his force had had undisputed possession of 
the quay since 11 p.m. German prisoners had stated that their 
unit was the advanced guard of a panzer division which had 
landed at Patrai. The British force had no rations and had 
used up nearly all its ammunition. The vast majority of the 
10,000 troops in <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> were without arms; they had 250 
wounded and no medical supplies. The majority of their transport was now destroyed. A naval officer who had come ashore 
from the destroyer <hi rend="i">Hero</hi> had informed him that orders had been 
received to rejoin the Fleet forthwith. It was reported that the 
Italian fleet was at sea, and the naval officer had explained 
that if it got across the end of <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> Bay the squadron would 
never get out. ‘Intensive [enemy] air action would commence 
at daybreak,’ Parrington wrote, ‘and no action of ours could 
prevent the enemy from placing his heavy artillery where they 
could bring fire to bear on the port … which would effectively prevent any further attempts at embarkation. In these 
circumstances it seemed to me that no useful military purpose 
could be served by offering further resistance. I therefore called 
a conference of senior officers and put the position before them. 
None had any alternative suggestions to make. I therefore said 
that I proposed to inform the enemy that no further resistance 
would be offered after 0530 hrs; that … any officer or man 
was free to make his own escape if he could, and that present 
positions would be maintained till 0530 hrs to allow this to be 
done.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">It is interesting to read the account produced by a German 
<hi rend="i">Propagandakompanie</hi> of the action at <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>, parts of which 
are quoted here:</p>
        <p rend="indent">We had torn through the Peloponnesus at the double…. Everywhere on the road southward the attacking unit of a panzer division, 
thrusting with lightning speed, was receiving the surrender of little 
groups of stranded Tommies…. In <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> too it appeared at 
first that the Britishers meant to surrender…. But in the course 
of the late afternoon things changed…. [When] the spearhead 
of the attacking unit reached the port of <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> …. things 
were quiet, so the company commander felt safe in giving the order
<pb xml:id="n85" n="85"/>
to push on down to the water's edge. Still there was no movement. 
Then rifle fire began to crackle in the harbour; isolated shots at 
first, so that nobody bothered, but then suddenly it swelled to a 
hurricane…. On the uneven concrete of the quay street lie two 
German MGs without cover. Nearby the crews of three PAK<note xml:id="fn1-85" n="50"><p><hi rend="i">Panzerabwehrkanone:</hi> anti-tank gun.</p></note> guns 
are working as coolly as if on the parade-ground. And now the mass 
of the Britishers comes on to the attack…. They come out of the 
side streets, jump from house to house, shoot from the windows, and 
threaten to overwhelm the handful of Germans by sheer weight of 
numbers….</p>
        <p rend="indent">The motorized battery…. fires its 15 cm. shells into the enemy 
over open sights. Twelve gunners work the two guns … [getting] 
shot after shot away. Eight of them fall…. The fire-power of the 
company can no longer hold the British out….</p>
        <p rend="indent">Now the Britishers are simply welling up out of every garden and 
lane. There is hissing and spitting. Ricochets moan over the heads 
of the German marksmen…. The company commander collects 
what men he still has…. The runners go through the heaviest 
fire with which they have ever been tested, but they re-assemble the 
remnants of the terribly shrunken company. Now there is only a 
tiny group of low-built houses to defend. The Britishers have long 
been in the company's rear and have shut them in from all sides. 
Ammunition is already short.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Only two MGs are still firing…. Hand grenades explode. The 
Britishers try to break in. They get in within three metres. We cannot shoot until the enemy can be plainly seen through the darkness. 
… Like cats the Australians jump from walls and windows on 
to the German marksmen….</p>
        <p rend="indent">Now it is 22 hours [10 p.m.]. The-house-to-house struggle has 
become in part a wild hand-to-hand struggle….</p>
        <p rend="indent">Then towards 23 hours [11 p.m.] one of the wounded Britishers 
shouts with his last strength: ‘Fire stopping!’ He shouts it after a 
German bullet has brought him down at point-blank range. ‘Fire 
stopping — finished!’ calls the [German] first lieutenant too, in 
English.</p>
        <p rend="indent">According to this German account, a young officer then felt 
his way in the darkness to the British lines to parley and gain 
time but was promptly convinced of the necessity of advising 
his comrades to surrender. The company, eighty strong, then 
surrendered. At the beach the German officer prisoners met the 
British officers.</p>
        <p rend="indent">…. There is conversation. The brain of the captured commander works on mechanically…. He is quite aware that he 
cannot long remain a prisoner, for up at the entry to <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>
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are sitting the 450 men of the attacking unit and the battalion commander, waiting with unspeakable impatience for the dawn that 
will enable him to bring relief to his spearhead company; and 
behind him is the threatening fist of a whole panzer division, raised 
and ready to strike. Looking at the British officers … the first 
lieutenant adopts new tactics. ‘You are completely encircled. My 
company is only a small advance guard. At dawn the large-scale 
Stuka attack on <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> will proceed as planned.’<note xml:id="fn1-86" n="51"><p><hi rend="i">From Serbia to <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name></hi>, translation by <name key="name-110027" type="organisation">War History Branch</name>.</p></note></p>
        <p rend="indent">The capture of the naval liaison officer and his signaller in 
the first rush of the German force through <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> had been 
singularly unfortunate. Out to sea, the Navy could see the 
fight on shore but there was considerable delay before the 
ships could learn who had won it. At 8.45 p.m. Brigadier 
Parrington signalled to the commander of the destroyer <hi rend="i">Hero</hi> 
that an attack to recapture the quay was already in hand. The 
<hi rend="i">Hero</hi>'s first lieutenant came ashore and later signalled to the 
senior officer of the naval squadron in <name key="name-110476" type="ship">HMAS <hi rend="i">Perth</hi></name> that the 
beach was suitable for evacuation, but by then the operation 
had been abandoned and all ships ordered to rejoin the Fleet. 
A separate group of three destroyers from <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name> arrived later 
and embarked some three or four hundred men, many of them 
wounded. They sailed about 3 a.m.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Brigadier Parrington then made his decision to surrender. 
The captured German company commander was informed of 
the decision and went back to notify his battalion headquarters 
north of <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>. If the Propaganda Company's account is 
any guide, his report on the action and his part in the surrender 
negotiations lost nothing in the telling.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Not all the wounded managed to get away in the destroyers' 
boats from the beach. Private Jones was one of those taken 
prisoner. He was in one of two truckloads of walking wounded 
from the RAP who were stopped on the outskirts of the town 
by Brigadier Parrington and told that boats were waiting for 
them at the beach.</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘We moved off again,’ says Jones, ‘and eventually arrived at the 
beach where, to our amazement, we discovered a tremendous crowd 
of men, later estimated at 10,000. We had expected a few hundred. 
The Embarkation Officer asked where we had been, saying he had 
been waiting hours for us. At the beach there was one boat with
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some fifty men in it, and according to the E.O. another boat was 
due back in a few minutes. He was prepared to empty the boat 
alongside if the wounded wished but as he guaranteed we would go 
in the next boat we said “Let them go”. Of course the other boat 
never came.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Private Patterson managed to get away in a dinghy just 
before dawn. Most of the dinghies along the waterfront had 
been riddled by bullets but here and there a good one was 
found. Patterson and another New Zealander, a Maori who 
had been wounded about the face, found one floating upside 
down, righted it, and climbed in. They had no oars and had 
to paddle with bits of wood, and they took off their boots in 
case they had to swim for it. ‘We rowed about four miles,’ says 
Patterson, ‘heading in what we thought was the direction of 
Crete. We thought the Navy had gone but found two destroyers 
cruising westwards. The first one nearly ran us down. It signalled and the second one threw over a rope ladder. We 
climbed up. The destroyer stopped soon after and then sailed 
for Crete. They said afterwards they had picked up quite a lot 
of troops that night. From Crete we went to Egypt.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">So died the last fire of Allied resistance in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>. The Germans counted <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name> a victory and no doubt it was; but 
of the many thousands taken there only a small group was 
equipped to fight. There had been plans for two companies to 
defend the road entrances to the town, but there seems to have 
been a hitch somewhere and the brunt of the fighting fell on 
little assorted groups who hurtled into the fray as they came 
down from the hills in response to the sound of firing that so 
irresistibly called them.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Whatever the final result may have been, 20 Battalion is proud 
of those who fought at <name key="name-003947" type="person">Kalamata</name>, and glad that the defiant 
heroism of Jack Hinton, fittingly rewarded with a Victoria 
Cross, the reckless courage of men like Alan Jones, and the 
fighting spirit of quiet chaps like Doug Patterson, Pat Rhind, 
Jim Hesson, and Bob O'Rorke so ably upheld its honour in the 
field.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The battalion's casualties in killed and wounded for the 
whole of this ill-fated campaign had not been heavy. Four 
officers—Captain Ayto, Lieutenants Dawson, O'Rorke, and
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<name key="name-203518" type="organisation">McLaren</name>—and 20 men had been killed or had died of wounds; 
2 officers and 43 men had been wounded. As prisoners it had 
lost 4 officers—Major MacDuff, Captain Yates, Lieutenants 
Curtis and Rhind, all from its reinforcements—and 76 men, of 
whom 11 had been wounded. All but three of these prisoners 
survived the war. Some later escaped, one of these, Corporal 
Jack Denvir<note xml:id="fn1-88" n="52"><p>2 Lt J. Denvir, DCM, Soviet Medal for Valour; <name key="name-120608" type="place">Greymouth</name>; born <name key="name-120045" type="place">Scotland</name>,
<date when="1913-05-05">5 May 1913</date>; storehand; p.w. <date when="1941-04-23">23 Apr 1941</date>; escaped <date when="1941-12-23">23 Dec 1941</date>; served with
Yugoslav partisans; three times wounded; safe with <name key="name-004368" type="organisation">2 NZEF</name>, <date when="1944-02">Feb 1944</date>.</p></note> of A Company, fighting for two years in Yugoslavia with the partisans, being wounded three times, and rising 
to command a partisan battalion.</p>
        <p rend="center">* * * * *</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Greek villages which the battalion knew in <date when="1941">1941</date> suffered 
heavily during the German occupation and the civil war that 
followed the withdrawal of the Germans at the end of <date when="1944">1944</date>. 
Memories of these villages and of the men who fought in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> 
are revived by Sergeant E. S. (‘Fox’) Allison, of the battalion's 
‘I’ section, in letters written to Sergeant Basil Borthwick, of 
<name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>. Sergeant Allison was taken prisoner at <name key="name-003368" type="place">Belhamed</name> 
on <date when="1941-12-01">1 December 1941</date>. He visited the battlefields of North Africa, 
<name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, and <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> in <date when="1954">1954</date> and is at present writing a book on 
his experiences.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Mr Allison's letters have had a wide circulation among 
former members of the battalion. His permission to publish 
the extracts which follow this and later chapters is gratefully 
acknowledged.</p>
        <p rend="right">On Way to <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>
Near Marcopoli
<date when="1954-10-08">8 Oct 1954</date>
12.50 pm.</p>
        <p rend="indent">…. At the moment I am in the fields into which we dispersed 
after leaving Marcopoli—the last village thro' which we passed 
where people were giving us wine and advice. This is where we 
were caught in the air-raid in which B. Coy. were badly mauled, 
Geo. Fowler, Bill Ayto, the Cunningham boys,<note xml:id="fn2-88" n="*"><p><hi rend="sup">*</hi><name key="name-009289" type="person">Pte H. T. Cunningham</name> was killed in this raid.</p></note> Scottie Wheeler, 
Hunter Buchanan and many others being killed. As far as I can 
judge this is the very spot our section was in — or at least very close
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to it. There were some young olive trees — can pick them now — 
because altho' they have grown much, they are not so large as the 
older trees which were quite few — the area being fairly open…. 
It's odd what sticks in one's memory but I recall, as I lay, face 
down, alive with fear, two beetles working away in the earth, taking 
no notice of the blitz — and I agog with fear lest the pilots would 
spot a white mug tied to my haversack. Just across the dip up on a 
hill is a tiny church with a stone wall. I think we went up there for 
water — but I can't recall if the water was from a well or from an 
over—turned water truck(?). There is no well there now — but it 
might have been filled in. I remember Jackie Sullivan setting free 
a poor helpless donkey which had fallen over with its cart — and 
was abandoned by its master. About midday Tom Jackson and I 
decided to open a tin of M &amp; V — the contents were bad. — This 
is really odd Basil — I can hardly believe it myself — there's the 
drone of an “approaching” plane — I can't see it — I can now, 
2 minutes since I wrote “approaching”. It looks like a 3-engine 
fighter — and here's another — just like old times — but no black 
crosses or yellow noses on these. Man, it's just almost too much. 
At Marcopoli an old (Eng. speakg.) fellow said to me “You want 
to go to <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>? But why walk — there'll be a bus in one or 
two hours.” He just didn't understand. He continued, “You know 
the way?” “No, not clearly — but if you show me where the ammo. 
truck exploded — then I'll find my way thro' the fields.” “The big 
truck — oh yes I know the place — do you remember the ditch by 
the road? Well we found 26 of your boys near there — and some 
in the ditch.” I recalled to myself that Geo. Fowler and some others 
had been in it. “What did you do with them?” “We buried them 
here by that little church. Later I think they took them to <name key="name-000608" type="place">Athens</name>.” 
He was silent some time then burst forth: “The bloody b— 
Germans — but the Italians were bitches — real bitches they were.” 
I bought a small slice of cheese and some brown bread, and took 
the road, as he directed, leading left from Marcopoli. After ten 
minutes I saw the hills — two in particular … and knew I was 
on right track. I'm sitting under one of the little trees beside which 
we flopped. I didn't notice till now — and this is dead true, <hi rend="i">there's</hi> 
<hi rend="i">a wreath hanging on this tree</hi> — probably from some kids at play, 
or some festival etc — it's well withered. There's a chill, strong 
breeze blowing. Away down on a metal road near the bitumen one 
some lorries go by in clouds of dust — just like those artillery guns 
dashing by that day. A black raven is circling about 50 yds. away — 
might be the Jackdaw of Rheims. Somebody has just fired a shot 
(not at the raven) over in the higher cliffs — and now there goes 
another. I often see Greeks looking for rabbits — but never see a 
Greek with a rabbit.</p>
        <p rend="indent">3.30 pm: Just arrived at <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>: a battered sign in Greek &amp; 
Eng. tells me so. <name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name> means this whole vast bay (really two) 
and not only the tiny village — all apparently asleep, except for a
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woman screaming at a child. I'm eating my bread and cheese — 
and some tomatoes a man gave me as I went thro' a field. Groups 
of peasant girls have laden me with grapes as I've gone along — 
grape harvest is later here than in Crete. 4 pm. This is the beach 
— and what a flood of memories. Near here I tasted rum for the 
first time. Here I first heard the word “claustrophobia” from the 
Maestro himself 8320. As you'll recall Basil the barge was very 
crowded; the barge would not move for a while and there was some 
tension. Spicer muttered to me. “This is a b— — so many 
people give me a queer feeling — ‘claustrophobia’ is the name—” 
he spoke with a professional air. “Hell, what's that Jack?” I asked. 
… Yet they were all good men — with all their faults they were 
all individuals — and most likeable — would like to see them all 
again….</p>
        <p rend="right">The Hills,<lb/>
Kreikouki – Vilya,<lb/>
<date when="1954-11-10">10th Nov. 1954</date>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">There's a very cold blast raging here, and the clouds are hanging 
darkly, but memories are clear and vivid. Am up here alone, looking 
down from these very rocky heights onto the plain below where the 
road leads out of <name key="name-004822" type="place">Thebes</name>. For some reason the plain is bright with 
Autumn sunlight — wish there was some up here. Did I say “alone” 
— well hardly — the place is alive with the shades of good men, and 
the weather is even a little the same as it was in April ‘41. I'm 
trying to find a certain well where I remember talking to Uke as 
we went for water, and I think we ate some ration chocolate. Also 
quite a way from here I hope to locate a little cottage where Kip 
and I rested, and where a woman gave us some eggs and bread. It 
was a long day, that day, because we walked around all the positions 
and even further. We later met Colonel(?) Rudd of the Engineers 
and Jerry Skinner, M.P. — they had a car but they did not offer 
us a lift. As Kip talked to them a Greek soldier with a bandaged leg 
and bare feet limped out of some bushes — but I don't think the 
others saw him….</p>
        <p>4 pm. Vilya in the sunlight of this Autumn afternoon is as beautiful 
as can be. Have been unable to find the tiny cottage, which I 
remember stood alone where we had the eggs and bread. The 
greatest delay to walking around the hills in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> is shepherds. 
They are terribly curious and suspicious; and if they're not that, 
they are most talkative — and they are always wanting cigarettes — 
and all think that a stranger must understand Greek.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Some people who were clearing out a house talked to me and 
when I said that I came from N.Z. the fellow immediately dropped 
his shovel and said “Are you Dick?” Strangely enough that was one 
of the first questions asked me in Kreikouki. However I'm not Dick,
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but the fellow hustled me inside; and his large and buxom wife soon 
prepared for me a meal of chips and cold tomatoes, bread and cheese 
and a jug of wine. Wish Jim Burrows was here with his transport — 
hell I'm tired and I have to walk all the way back again and night 
will soon be coming on apace….</p>
        <p rend="right">Ryakia,<lb/>
<name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>,<lb/>
<date when="1954-11-17">17th Nov. 1954</date>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At 4.30 pm I came to Ryakia. Light was already fading and the 
long shadows darkening. The village was as silent as a tomb; there 
was neither sight nor sound of humans. The first place I recognised 
of course was the church and its bell tower a little way apart, and 
behind the church the sloping hill of green grass where Kip held 
Battalion parade, and from where we first heard the news of Germany's attack on <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> — I think Padre Spence announced it. 
I recall quite a group on that hill watching some billowing piles of 
smoke in the distance and everbody talking knowingly — “<name key="name-009685" type="place">Salonika</name> 
bombed and burning etc” — and Spicer — the old Maestro —
quoting his memorable “How little is known by so many about 
so much.” The mud increases as the “street” descends into the 
village. I saw a policeman picking his steps through a quagmire 
to my right, but I did not speak for I knew a conversation would 
develop. A rooster crowed, and three little boys playing at mud 
pies looked up as I passed with something of utter astonishment. 
Three old women at a doorway took little notice and when I nodded 
and said “'Spera” (for <hi rend="i">Kalispera</hi>) they returned the greeting and 
went on knitting.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the first few minutes I could recognise no other part of the 
village, but at last I came to a tall picket fence and there was the 
house — the two-storey one which Kip and his staff occupied. 
Jackie Sullivan and Johnny Johnston lived there too — and I 
think your quarters were there. We had a tent at the rear of that 
house — and many a good night of boisterous fun we had. I noticed 
that the house appeared a little altered, but tobacco leaves still hung 
out of an upstairs window. What memories. And there in almost 
exactly the same location — a long pile of thin logs which I'm sure 
Speed and Dildo Davy will remember. I recall Bill Millin lying 
here the night of our big party just a few hours ‘ere we set forth for 
Lava. The deep silence of the village was most remarkable. Ryakia 
wore as do all or most Greek villages at this season an air of utter 
dreariness and depression…. Well I've tried to collect some of 
the story since our departure. The Germans burned down the village 
in <date when="1943">1943</date> — almost the entire village. What little the Germans left 
and what was reconstructed the Communists utterly destroyed (so
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they say) in the Civil War, which apparently was much more dreadful than we imagine — so Ryakia, again newly built, is not quite 
the same as we knew it, but it looks as though it were erected in the 
Middle Ages — the people merely built over the ruins in most cases 
with no thought to improvement or modern conditions. Oddly 
enough the high picket fence at the rear of Kip's house remains as 
it was except for minor changes. The old school has gone — and a 
new one is on the opposite side of the road — the church is still the 
same, but with an added ugly portion — the bell tower almost in a 
state of collapse…. The people tell me that the first Germans 
came to Ryakia on 8th April '41 but this might not be accurate. 
The Germans did not live in the village, but at Katerine. During 
the Civil War the villagers fled, and for a long time life see-sawed 
greatly. The people, especially the children, look cold and pinched 
and miserable….</p>
        <p rend="indent">Some of the villagers remember a N.Zer called George who had 
“aspro” hair (white hair) and he was a sergeant or about that mark 
— the only person I can think of is George Weenink. Gradually the 
memories of our stay are coming back to them, and today they keep 
stopping me, and asking in detail about what happened to us from 
here — and what was the name of so and so with such a mark, or 
with two stripes, or was a <hi rend="i">stratio</hi> (private soldier) or wore a star on 
his shoulder — and he slept in such and such a house — I'm afraid 
I wasn't much help to them. I have some very vivid pictures, however, one in particular of Teddy Dawson going to arrest the local 
cop because he took a photo of some trenches, etc — and that brings 
to mind another incident at Lava where Teddy, revolver in hand, 
was going to ask every fleeing Greek for his pass. Must to bed. Will 
write more from <name key="name-004693" type="place">Servia</name> — if I ever get there.</p>
        <p>20.11.54. 1 pm. The Hills at <name key="name-001325" type="place">Servia Pass</name>: The Aliakmon twisting 
below looks much the same, and do you know, Basil I feel that I've 
not been away from this place which I don't particularly like. There 
are still slit trenches here — I think that they are in either A or 
B Coys' areas. A shepherd going by a few minutes ago pointed at 
them and said without my asking, “English, English Sarenda eina 
(41)” — but he could be wrong — might be from civil war, yet they 
appear very old, and I'm writing from the shelter of one now: the 
cold being almost unbearable esp. when I stop walking. Just across 
the way is the hill where Melville Rice, Tom Jackson and I watched 
thro' a telescope the German trucks going into <name key="name-015953" type="place">Kozani</name> and coming 
from there towards the river. We kept reporting this back to Brigade? 
(I forget where to where exactly) — but the artillery sent over some 
good shells and the trucks dispersed — only there were not enough 
shells. There is the low, green, flat-topped hill behind which the 
German 'planes landed and took off for their attacks against these 
hills. Tom Jackson will remember it, and so will Speed and Spice. 
Bertie Thompson, B. Coy cook was killed here, and I think Ritchie 
Kidd met his death further down the Pass Road. The same shepherd
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as mentioned before pointed to a part of a hill, and said “Tri English 
Kaput.” Everywhere the air is filled with the sound of bells, and 
this sound brings to my mind somebody telling Tom and I to keep 
a good eye on the sheep and goats because the Germans were very 
cunning and would probably be hiding amongst them. This could 
no doubt be true, but I could not avoid an inward chuckle for I had 
visions of the Jerries tying themselves to the bellies of the sheep as 
Ulysses and his lads did when they escaped from the blind Cyclops. 
Today as in the past I marvel at the toughness of those infantry 
fellows in the companies lugging ammunition, rifles, Brens, valises, 
shovels (?) etc., up these slopes which are no mean height. The 
journey to here from Ryakia has been the devil's own job — and at 
one stage I thought I would have to give up and meekly return to 
<name key="name-004224" type="place">Katerine</name>….</p>
        <p>4.30 pm. LAVA. Home again — The local School and Teacher's 
House. To write is difficult with a crowd clustering around, and 
some young bloods from the army demanding my pass and papers, 
but they are very decent about it. This village, like Ryakia, was 
destroyed by the Germans in <date when="1943">1943</date> — but has been rebuilt, and looks 
just much the same: a collection of barns and ramshackle houses. 
The weather today is typical of the times when we were here — dull, 
cold and wet, but I remember we occupied a barn for a day, and 
it was dry and warm. Little Pat Kelly was killed here - I mean not 
in the village. He was the first friend I had in the 20th and he taught 
me to fix bayonets and put on web gear…. The snow on the 
hills reminds me of an evening when … [a company commander] 
stormed at Aussie Deans and me for leaving footprints in the snow 
near his H.Q. I've not long walked by the part of the road where 
Aussie Deans persisted to brew tea on his primus as the shelling 
increased. I have not yet located the house or its site where the 
shell burst into the room where Kip and Teddy Dawson had set up 
H.Q. just before we finally pulled out of Lava - but I remember 
it well. At that spot on the road just mentioned I remember Kip 
saying “Lieut. Dawson and Sjt. Sullivan stay with me — the others 
with Cpl. Deans go down the road.” (which we did with some 
haste). The little hillock on and near which Pete McGhie and his 
Pioneers made their trenches and a dugout looks so very familiar 
and strange to say a dugout with concrete lining is there in that 
exact spot now. I remember Spice and Lofty Wills (the legal man) 
taking shelter in there. Do you remember our seven planes going 
out each day, the German raids increasing and the Jugoslav Battery? 
Did not Freddie Mason return one evening after one of these raids 
with some scratches on his gloves and handlebars — and was something of a hero? Tell Uke the ravine where he had his ammunition 
store is now much larger. Tom Jackson and I made attempts at 
digging a dugout near there, but the rain soon flooded us out — I 
recall our mosquito nets lying in the mud….</p>
        <pb xml:id="n94" n="94"/>
        <p rend="indent">Well man I think this brings my tour of the old battlefields of 
our day to an end — and so from Lava where we were all so young 
and fit and fresh some fourteen years ago I would like you to pass on 
to Kip. and all the 20th all sincere good wishes for a Merry Xmas 
and a Happy New Year….</p>
      </div>
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      <div xml:id="c5" type="chapter">
        <head>CHAPTER 5<lb/><name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name></head>
        <p><hi rend="sc">After</hi> a sound sleep everyone was awakened at 8.30 a.m. 
(28 April) and told to be ready to disembark in half an 
hour. As the cruiser steamed slowly into <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name> the men 
crowded on to the decks for their first view of the island of 
Crete. The port contained the usual warehouse and administrative buildings, and its single quay appeared to be littered 
with military stores of every description. Beyond the town 
stretched rolling farmlands rising southwards to the snow-crested <name key="name-022993" type="place">White Mountains</name>. Many ships clustered in the bay, 
some afloat, others resting on the shallow bottom—further 
evidence of enemy air activity with which the men were already 
too familiar. However, there was a general feeling of relief at 
having eluded the enemy in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, and in the fresh morning 
sunshine the troops, though very weary, were in good spirits.</p>
        <p rend="indent">A tug drew alongside, moved HMS <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207110" type="ship">Ajax</name></hi> over to a tanker, 
and the troops disembarked by crossing over the tanker to the 
wharf. During this move air-raid sirens sounded and ack-ack 
guns opened fire, but none of the men seemed very concerned 
and, except for a short pause when the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207110" type="ship">Ajax</name></hi> yawed away from 
the tanker, disembarkation proceeded smoothly: British and 
Aussies to the left, New Zealanders to the right. Counted 
through a gate, the troops were directed along a dusty road for 
an ‘army mile’ to an area in olive groves where each man could 
rest and take off his boots. From a British field kitchen the men 
received a welcome mug of tea, bread, cheese, an orange, 
chocolate, and a few cigarettes. The assembly points and 
bivouac area were about seven miles farther on, and the men 
went at their own speed (‘everyone had a holiday feeling’) and 
employed various ways of travelling, from staff trucks to Cretan 
donkeys. Sergeant <name key="name-009480" type="person">Johnston</name><note xml:id="fn1-95" n="1"><p><name key="name-009480" type="person">Capt J. A. Johnston</name>, MM, m.i.d.; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born Rangiora, <date when="1904-04-29">29 Apr 1904</date>; solicitor; wounded <date when="1941-05-25">25 May 1941</date>; Adjutant 20 Bn and Armd Regt Jul 1942-Jul 1944.</p></note> of Battalion Headquarters and 
the RSM, WO I Wilson, engaged a Cretan boy with a bicycle
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to carry the typewriter, duplicator, and a kit containing the 
battalion secret documents, money, and pay records. The RSM 
had brought the <hi rend="i">Manual of Military Law</hi>, but whoever had been 
entrusted with <hi rend="i">King's Regulations</hi> either failed to arrive or thought 
them a non-essential.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Arriving at the battalion bivouac area, most of the troops 
found their company areas and then went to sleep. Waking greatly refreshed, they were able to wash in the deep pool of a 
nearby stream. After a light issue of rations in the evening 
everyone bedded down and most men slept well despite the 
lack of blankets. About 2 a.m. the MO, Captain Gilmour, was 
seen moving about among the olive trees. When asked by the 
CO what was wrong he replied, ‘I'm trying to find a warmer 
tree.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">The next day was spent quietly, resting, cleaning weapons, 
and taking cover from the <name key="name-000868" type="organisation">Luftwaffe</name>. Seven dive-bombers appeared in the afternoon but did not trouble the area. Later 
the CO held a parade in the trees and inspected the battalion 
with his usual care. Every man was armed, except one who 
paraded holding a hand grenade and with no other equipment 
or arms. Otherwise personal equipment was very nearly complete. Both 3-inch mortars, complete with base plates, had 
arrived, but there was very little signalling gear, and thirteen 
Bren guns had been left at <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name> in response to orders from senior 
officers from other units. During the inspection of Headquarters 
Company Private <name key="name-009194" type="person">Brennan</name><note xml:id="fn1-96" n="2"><p><name key="name-009194" type="person">Pte A. J. Brennan</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born Gore, <date when="1902-04-14">14 Apr 1902</date>; garage attendant; wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-05-23">23 May 1941</date>; repatriated <date when="1944-05">May 1944</date>.</p></note> was asked where his bayonet was. 
‘Sir,’ he replied, ‘my bayonet is an axe in the officers' mess.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Shortly after the inspection orders were received for <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel 
Kippenberger</name> to assume command of 4 Brigade. Major Burrows then became CO with the acting rank of lieutenant-colonel. 
Major Paterson became second-in-command of the battalion, 
Captain <name key="name-009477" type="person">Jefcoate</name><note xml:id="fn2-96" n="3"><p><name key="name-009477" type="person">Capt H. O. Jefcoate</name>; <name key="name-120608" type="place">Greymouth</name>; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1900-08-06">6 Aug 1900</date>; schoolmaster; wounded <date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date>.</p></note> took command of D Company, and Captain 
Garriock of Headquarters Company.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Commander-in-Chief Middle East, General Wavell, had 
been instructed that the retention of <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> was of vital importance to British operations in the Eastern Mediterranean. <name key="name-207994" type="person">Major-General Freyberg</name> was appointed commander of all forces on
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the island and Brigadier Puttick, in consequence, assumed 
command of the New Zealand Division, less 6 Brigade and 
other troops evacuated to Egypt. Fifth Brigade, with 1 Greek 
Regiment, was responsible for the defence of <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> aerodrome and the area from there to <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name>, while 4 Brigade 
was to cover <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> from attack from the west and destroy any 
hostile troops who landed in the Prison valley. On 30 April 
the brigade received orders to move to an area about <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> 
with an anti-paratroop and coastwatching role. The troops 
were to take special care to conceal their positions from air 
observation and were to dig weapon pits for protection from 
dive-bombing attacks. Should paratroops land near these positions the battalions were to be prepared to counter-attack 
immediately.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Twentieth Battalion moved on the 30th to positions in olive 
groves south-east of <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>, with Battalion Headquarters on 
<name key="name-003299" type="place">Cemetery Hill</name>, also called Searchlight Hill, and rifle companies 
on either side of the Prison valley road. The intelligence section had an OP on the hill and worked with the English crew 
manning the searchlight which gave the feature its name. 
B Company's signallers, on rising ground to the south, used 
the heliograph to communicate with Battalion Headquarters. 
As Divisional Reserve the battalion was on an hour's notice to 
move. Stand-to was observed from 5.30 a.m. to 7 a.m. and 
from 7 to 8.45 p.m. Shorts, shirts, and boots of the long, narrow, 
Indian pattern were issued, and by this time there was one 
blanket for each man. The greatest shortage was in entrenching 
tools. Most men, as ordered, had left their picks and shovels in 
<name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, and they found that digging trenches in the stiff clay 
was slow, hard work with bayonets, steel helmets, and clumsy 
Cretan implements. To make matters worse, a ship bringing 
tools was sunk in <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 3 May officers and NCOs were addressed by <name key="name-207994" type="person">General 
Freyberg</name>, who indicated the probable nature of the expected 
attack on the island. His advice for dealing with paratroops 
was characteristic of him: ‘Just fix bayonets and go at them as 
hard as you can.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">There was no unit transport, the only truck in the brigade 
being used by battalions in turn. Rations had to be carried by 
companies to their areas, and as some of these areas were a
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considerable distance from the quartermaster's store it was not 
long before carrying parties from B and A Companies, the latter 
near the Turkish fort at <name key="name-009650" type="place">Pirgos</name>, had commandeered donkeys to 
assist them.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In these days men lived in section groups, cooking in improvised utensils over fires of olive twigs or of furniture from deserted 
houses. Local supplies contributed little to the menu although 
oranges, eggs, a little bread, potatoes, and dried fruits could be 
bought. Wine was plentiful and fairly cheap; it had a characteristic resinous flavour for which a taste had to be cultivated, 
in most cases successfully. One of the greatest deprivations was 
the shortage of tobacco. In <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> a branch of the <name key="name-014641" type="organisation">YMCA</name> 
opened in a building near the church, but its stocks were limited. 
In one wineshop the proprietor owned a radio set on which the 
troops could listen to the news. Most interest was taken in the 
German broadcasts, and Lord ‘Haw-Haw's’ sneer that ‘The 
Kiwis are now beneath the olive groves of <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> and beneath 
those trees will meet their doom’ was received with derision.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On Sunday, 4 May, the battalion, always particular in these 
matters, held a church parade. The following day a syllabus 
of training covering a period from 9 a.m. to 11.30 a.m. was 
begun. Bayonet practice and arms maintenance were the chief 
activities. Stand-to night and morning was strictly observed, 
and the area was patrolled at night, two men from each section 
being on picket. About this time Major Wilson marched out, 
attached to <name key="name-022632" type="organisation">8 Greek Regiment</name>, and Lieutenant Fountaine took 
command of C Company. On 5 May the battalion came under 
direct command of Headquarters New Zealand Division, while 
the rest of 4 Brigade came under <name key="name-003399" type="organisation">Creforce</name> command as force 
reserve.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Evidence of the German intention to reduce the island was 
provided by the number of bombing attacks on the harbour 
and shipping at <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name>. Unloading was confined to night-time, and even then working parties were seldom able to operate 
without interruption.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 14 May a Composite Brigade was formed consisting of 
20 Battalion, 6 and 8 Greek Regiments, a Composite Battalion 
of ASC and gunners acting as infantry, and a <name key="name-001158" type="organisation">Divisional Cavalry</name> 
detachment of three squadrons armed with rifles and Bren guns; 
in addition, the brigade commanded a platoon and a half of
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machine-gunners from <name key="name-028354" type="organisation">27 Battalion</name> and a battery of 5 Field 
Regiment armed with three Italian 75-millimetre guns without 
sights and with little ammunition. <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> assumed command of this formation, to be called 10 Infantry 
Brigade, and Brigadier A. S. Falconer temporarily took command of 4 Brigade.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Tenth Brigade's task was to defend <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>. Twentieth Battalion was not to be employed without the sanction of Divisional 
Headquarters. The Composite Battalion took up positions from 
<name key="name-004938" type="place">Wheat Hill</name>, west of <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>, to the beach. The Divisional 
Cavalry detachment was on the slopes north-west of Lake 
<name key="name-023503" type="place">Aghya</name>, <name key="name-022632" type="organisation">8 Greek Regiment</name> on the slopes south of the lake, and 
<name key="name-022631" type="organisation">6 Greek Regiment</name> south of <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> and astride the Prison 
valley road.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 13 May the battalion, acting on instructions received 
from <name key="name-006644" type="place">Divisional Headquarters</name>, handed over to 6 Greek Regiment its area south-east of <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> and moved to an area west
<figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba099a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba099a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba099a-g"/><head><hi rend="sc">10 brigade positions, galatas, showing areas where paratroops landed</hi></head><figDesc>Black and white map of army positions</figDesc></figure>
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of <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> to take over from 1 Battalion, The Welch Regiment. 
The battalion's new task included the defence of Divisional 
Headquarters near the Prison valley road and the keeping of a 
lookout on the coast as a precaution against an enemy seaborne landing. Companies occupied bivouac areas under the 
olive trees and manned positions along a ridge east of 7 General 
Hospital. Battalion Headquarters was situated in an olive grove 
on the north side of the <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>-<name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> road. A Company took 
up positions to the north of Battalion Headquarters on the land 
running down to the beach and at night patrolled the beach 
as far west as <name key="name-027440" type="organisation">7 General Hospital</name>'s area. B, C, and D Companies occupied positions to the south and east, manned listening posts by night and posted lookouts by day.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Battle positions dug by the <name key="name-024428" type="organisation">Welch Regiment</name> were occupied 
during stand-to periods and one post in each company area was 
manned during the day. The intelligence section's OP was on 
a flat-topped hill overlooking A Company and commanded 
an excellent view of the sea to the north, of <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> and <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name> 
Bay to the east, and of the road leading to <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>. The battalion was in communication with <name key="name-006644" type="place">Divisional Headquarters</name> on a 
‘two-party’ line system, but other communications were by 
runner.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Just prior to the move back from <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>, air raids increased 
in frequency and daring German pilots attacked calmly in 
broad daylight, diving through the ack-ack barrage. On 13 May 
there was a particularly heavy raid on Searchlight Hill. In a 
determined attempt to destroy the searchlight enemy fighters 
flew right down the beam with guns blazing, but damage and 
casualties were nil. Raids on <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> aerodrome and the port 
of <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name> at least gave food for thought, but one during a church 
parade on 18 May inspired prompt action. As Padre Spence 
and his congregation wisely took cover someone called out, 
‘What about your faith now, Padre?’ As he joined in the general 
dispersal the Padre replied with customary calm, ‘As strong as 
ever, but it's just as well to take precautions.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 14 May the <name key="name-011310" type="organisation">Kiwi Concert Party</name> and 4 Brigade Band 
arrived to entertain the troops, and with them came a huge 
letter and parcel mail which had accumulated in Egypt during 
the Division's absence in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>. As rations were still light, the 
distribution of parcels to the delighted troops was particularly
<pb xml:id="n101" n="101"/>
opportune. On 18 May <name key="name-208314" type="person">Brigadier Inglis</name> arrived to assume command of 4 Brigade and Brigadier Falconer returned to Egypt.</p>
        <p rend="indent">For several days a composite company drawn from C, D, and 
Headquarters Companies had carried out wiring for 6 Greek 
Regiment. For a time the news of Hess's flight to England supplanted the latest intelligence on the probable date of the German landing, but heavier raids on <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> aerodrome, <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>, 
and <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name> indicated that that event—‘Der Tag’ the troops 
called it—was drawing closer.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On the evening of the 19th an extremely heavy air attack 
was launched against <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name> and <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name>. Several British 
fighters took off in a vain attempt to intercept but were shot 
down. Ack-ack defences were ruthlessly silenced and not a ship 
was left afloat in <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Next morning at 7.50 a.m. the blitz began again with a 
thoroughness that seemed a preliminary to the expected invasion. From <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> to <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name> flights of planes attacked with 
deliberate precision. For almost an hour all life and communication was paralysed by the roar of aircraft engines and the 
blast of bombs, cannon, and machine-gun fire. In C Company's 
area bombs dropped by a lone enemy plane fatally wounded 
Sergeant Selwyn <name key="name-009593" type="person">Musson</name><note xml:id="fn1-101" n="4"><p><name key="name-009593" type="person">Sgt S. A. Musson</name>; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1916-04-27">27 Apr 1916</date>; clerk; died of wounds <date when="1941-05-25">25 May 1941</date>.</p></note> and wounded three others.</p>
        <p rend="indent">With dramatic suddenness the blitz ceased and in the uncanny silence that followed heads peeped out from slit trenches 
to see the result of this vicious attack. Suddenly a sonorous 
drone, gradually increasing in volume, was heard to the west. 
Into the vision of the spellbound troops, coming in increasing 
numbers from beyond the sea, swept a tremendous air armada, 
hundreds of planes steadily approaching through the clear 
morning sky. The invasion had begun. As the watchers realised 
the significance of this amazing sight the aircraft began to disgorge hundreds of paratroops, their olive-green, white, brown, 
and red parachutes swaying to earth in a gradually descending 
shower. At the same time groups of short-bodied, broad-winged planes of a different type were noticed moving noiselessly through the air. These were the gliders, towed in batches 
of six by three-engined Junkers which turned back at the coast.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The first paratroops seen were about nine miles away at
<pb xml:id="n102" n="102"/>
<name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> airfield. For a short period the sky in that area was 
full of them; no one who saw it is ever likely to forget the sight. 
Others were dropped south-west of <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>. Some landed close 
to <name key="name-027440" type="organisation">7 General Hospital</name>, which they captured, and advanced 
towards <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>. Most of the landings were made outside the 
battalion perimeter although some supplies, including bicycles, 
landed towards the beach. A few enemy troops landed near 
<name key="name-006644" type="place">Divisional Headquarters</name> and holed up in an old Turkish fort. 
They were dealt with by engineers, and 15 Platoon under Lieutenant Upham was sent over to protect Divisional Headquarters. One German officer landed away from the rest near 
battalion battle headquarters and was shot by the brigade 
signals corporal. Some of the gliders swept low over the section 
posts and were engaged with small-arms fire. Private Paul 
<name key="name-009140" type="person">Amos</name><note xml:id="fn1-102" n="5"><p><name key="name-009140" type="person">Pte P. Amos</name>; Dunedin; born England, <date when="1916-07-19">19 Jul 1916</date>; NZR employee; wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-05-24">24 May 1941</date>; repatriated <date when="1943-10">Oct 1943</date>.</p></note> of D Company fired at one with an anti-tank rifle and 
it disappeared over the ridge to crash-land further on. About 
this time it was rumoured that Germans were wearing British 
battle dress and messages were sent by runner to each company 
to order the men to change into shorts. This rumour was later 
found to be incorrect, but one D Company man wearing battle 
dress was fired on by an English soldier about 400 yards away 
and had a hole drilled in his small pack.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The events of the day are well summarised in the diary of 
Sergeant Basil <name key="name-009183" type="person">Borthwick</name><note xml:id="fn2-102" n="6"><p><name key="name-009183" type="person">Sgt B. C. Borthwick</name>; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born Clinton, South Otago, <date when="1913-09-07">7 Sep 1913</date>; bank officer; p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> of Battalion Headquarters staff:</p>
        <p>
          <table rows="20" cols="2">
            <row>
              <cell>0750 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Blitz starts, bombing and machine-gunning.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>0845 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Action stations. Paratroops have landed….</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>0915 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>More paratroops, brown and white 'chutes, 8 or 10 
troop carriers.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>0945 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>More paratroops land near our old position [Searchlight Hill].</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>1000 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>News that paratroops landing in NZ battledress. My 
own shorts being washed; borrowed a pair … and 
changed smartly.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>1015 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>No planes about at the moment.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>1040 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Pop Lynch made a brew of tea.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>1045 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>10 more troop carriers dropping paratroops.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>1145 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Had some tinned pears and Mavrodaphne wine.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>1200 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Bombing and a lot of smoke on hills right of <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name>.</cell>
            </row>
            <pb xml:id="n103" n="103"/>
            <row>
              <cell>1400 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Been a bit quiet.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>1500 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>More air activity, the Stukas whining and bombing 
<name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>….</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><date when="1630">1630</date> hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Brewed up and had some bully.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><date when="1700">1700</date> hrs.</cell>
              <cell>More troop carriers dropping supplies.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><date when="1830">1830</date> hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Dorniers flying round and round, about 10 of them. 
Big smoke from <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name>.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><date when="1903">1903</date> hrs.</cell>
              <cell>6 Dorniers bomb <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> viciously.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><date when="1910">1910</date> hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Same again.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><date when="1917">1917</date> hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Same again.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell><date when="1925">1925</date> hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Yellow-nosed Messerschmitts machine-gunning.</cell>
            </row>
            <row>
              <cell>1930-45 hrs.</cell>
              <cell>Constant bombing and machine-gunning.</cell>
            </row>
          </table>
        </p>
        <p rend="indent">Thus ended the first day. The paratroops who had landed 
in the New Zealand sector had suffered heavy casualties, but 
22 Battalion had been forced off <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> aerodrome and the 
enemy now had a field where he could land reinforcements. 
Months later it was learned that one of the first battalion 
casualties was Major Cliff Wilson, attached to 8 Greek Regiment. When their area had been surrounded by paratroops 
Major Wilson and the other New Zealanders had assembled at a 
pumping station on a hill south of the reservoir. The station 
consisted of a small concrete compartment dug into the hillside. It was locked by a narrow steel door, in front of which the 
clay excavated from the hole had been heaped on either side 
of the entrance, making a sort of alley leading up to the door— 
‘a slit trench with one end open’. The party took shelter inside 
the tanks, standing thigh deep in water in the darkness while 
Germans moved around in the vicinity. Unable to break out, 
the party was forced to remain in hiding. The next afternoon 
Major Wilson went out to investigate the position. He moved 
along, looking over the left-hand parapet, and had just called 
to the others to follow him—‘Come down and have a go; there 
are about five of them down here’—when he was killed instantly. 
Shortly afterwards the rest of the party was captured.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On 21 May a severe blitz began at 6.25 a.m. and lasted for 
half an hour, after which a steady stream of enemy troop-carrying planes landed on <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> aerodrome, disgorged their 
troops, and disappeared out to sea. Others dropped stores and 
equipment, including armed carriers and motor-cycles. Private 
<name key="name-009137" type="person">Allison</name><note xml:id="fn1-103" n="7"><p><name key="name-009137" type="person">Sgt E. S. Allison</name>; England; born <name key="name-120045" type="place">Scotland</name>, <date when="1918-05-16">16 May 1918</date>; student teacher; p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec. 1941</date>.</p></note> meticulously noted each arrival in the ‘I’ section log-
<pb xml:id="n104" n="104"/>
book; it was estimated that at one stage a troop-carrier landed 
every two and a half minutes. As a reserve unit 20 Battalion 
could do nothing but watch. Patients from <name key="name-027440" type="organisation">7 General Hospital</name>, 
who had arrived the previous night, were still in the lines and 
were in an unhappy plight. They had already spent a night in 
the open; many had dysentery, there were no rations for them, 
and the extra numbers soon attracted enemy aircraft which 
gave the area a drubbing.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About 5.30 p.m. warning orders were received from 4 Brigade 
that the 20th was to come under 5 Brigade's command and be 
used to counter-attack the <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> aerodrome. It was stressed 
that, as the enemy was expected to make a sea landing this 
night, no troops were to leave their positions until they had 
been relieved by 2/7 Australian Battalion. It was expected that 
the Australians would arrive about 8 p.m.; and after the relief 
had been carried out the 20th would use the Australian battalion's trucks to go on to 5 Brigade Headquarters near <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> 
and about four miles from <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name>. About 6 p.m. Lieutenant-Colonel Walker of 2/7 Australian Battalion arrived from 
<name key="name-000864" type="place">Georgeoupolis</name> with his advance party.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At dusk guides from each platoon area assembled at Battalion 
Headquarters and at 8.45 companies were ordered to pack and 
be ready to move at 10 p.m. Information was rather sketchy, 
but at the orders group conference Lieutenant-Colonel Burrows stated that the battalion was going forward that night 
to take <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> aerodrome. First the Navy would shell the 
'drome; then the <name key="name-034190" type="organisation">RAF</name> would bomb it. After that the infantry 
would go in. The battalion would get its final orders from 
5 Brigade at <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name>. There had been no time for reconnaissance. During the evening <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> rang Colonel 
Burrows and wished him luck. He says: ‘The 20th was my 
Battalion, going into action seriously for the first time, and I 
felt heartbroken.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">As the hours passed and no relief arrived Colonel Burrows 
kept ringing 4 Brigade; each time he was told by <name key="name-208314" type="person">Brigadier 
Inglis</name> that the 20th must not go until relieved. In the meantime, starting about midnight, gunfire flickered out to sea 
north of <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>. Then came the long, far-reaching sweep of a 
searchlight and again quick flashes, followed by the slow glare 
of burning ships. The Navy was engaged in repulsing the German seaborne invasion.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n105" n="105"/>
        <p rend="indent">By about I a.m. on 22 May, at which time the 20th was supposed to begin the attack with the Maoris, the leading elements 
of the Australian battalion had arrived, and half an hour later 
Colonel Burrows was told by <name key="name-208314" type="person">Brigadier Inglis</name> to get away to 
5 Brigade Headquarters, send on the first two companies that 
were relieved, and get the others up as soon as he could.</p>
        <p rend="indent">C and D Companies, the first to be relieved, hurriedly 
embussed and followed the CO's party to <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name>. The Cypriot drivers had not been told that they were to take 20 Battalion 
forward and had to be restrained from attempting to return. 
Various reasons were given by the Australians for their late 
arrival. They had been unable to leave their positions till 
relieved, their relief was late, they ran into heavy air attack 
on the way and some vehicles lost contact with the guide who 
was to direct them through <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At 5 Brigade Colonel Burrows received his orders from Brigadier Hargest. The battalion was to attack the aerodrome between the road and the coast from the east and was to capture 
it and the guns which had been doing so much damage to 
5 Brigade. This done, the 20th was to move to the high ground 
south of the aerodrome (Point 107), which was the objective 
of the <name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name> attacking simultaneously with the 20th 
but on the south side of the road. There the 20th was to remain, 
overlooking the aerodrome, and prevent further enemy aircraft 
from landing; the Maoris were to return to <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> by first 
light.</p>
        <p rend="indent">By 3.30 a.m. C and D Companies were on the start line just 
across the bridge over the <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> River. The position was 
so desperate, in view of the time factor which required the 
troops to be on their objective before first light, that the CO, 
after waiting half an hour, began the advance with only these 
two companies. The promised air support had not bombed the 
aerodrome and the Navy had been fully occupied with the 
seaborne expedition.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Company commanders had been given verbal orders to drive 
through the aerodrome to the Tavronitis River beyond it, then 
to move to the high ground south of the aerodrome and take 
up positions to cover it with fire. Guides from 5 Brigade took 
the companies to the start line and were to show them where 
mines had been laid as part of the aerodrome defences; but they
<pb xml:id="n106" n="106"/>
<figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba106a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba106a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba106a-g"/><head><hi rend="sc">counter-attack on maleme airfield, <date when="1941-05-22">22 may 1941</date></hi></head><figDesc>Black and white map of enemy positions</figDesc></figure>
<pb xml:id="n107" n="107"/>
were not seen after moving off the start line. C Company's area 
extended from the road half-way to the sea, and D Company 
extended from C Company's right flank to the beach. Battalion 
Headquarters moved along beside the road behind C Company 
so that it could be found easily. Captain Rice, OC B Company, 
had come on with the leading companies and the CO left 
instructions with him to be passed on to A, B, and HQ Companies when they arrived. They were to be guided to the start 
line and were to follow the two leading companies in a mopping-up role. The men fixed bayonets and the 20th moved off to its 
first attack.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Three light tanks from <name key="name-009214" type="organisation">3 Hussars</name> under Lieutenant Roy 
Farran<note xml:id="fn1-107" n="8"><p>Farran later served in <name key="name-009204" type="organisation">7 Armoured Division</name> and 2 Special Air Service Regiment, reaching the rank of lieutenant-colonel and winning the DSO and MC.</p></note> took part in the early stages of the advance, moving 
one behind the other along the road. At first the tanks were 
shooting over C Company towards the beach. Just before dawn 
they were engaged by a Bofors gun firing down the road. The 
leading tank, while turning, was hit, the guns of the second tank 
jammed, and the third had orders not to go on alone. Its commander, however, assured Colonel Burrows that he would follow as soon as he could. ‘We didn't see the tanks again,’ said 
the Colonel. Their absence was felt later when dawn broke.</p>
        <p rend="indent">C Company worked at first through olive groves and vineyards with short, low-growing vines and a few houses. D Company's advance was made through more open country, fairly 
level, but with some ditches and steep-banked stream beds. 
There were no olive trees but plenty of scrub and clumps of 
bamboo like shelter belts run wild, and more open country near 
the gravel beach.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Before long the leading companies were in among the German posts. From in front, on either side, and sometimes from 
behind came streaks of fire, but the tracer gave the enemy's 
positions away, enabling men to pick their way between the lines 
of fire and get close enough to throw grenades. It was a strange 
sensation for the attackers: the machine-gun fire seemed terrific, 
and tommy guns, pistols, grenades, and the shouts and screams 
of men combined in an unearthly din like nothing they had 
ever heard before. Through the darkness the troops pressed 
resolutely on, meeting resistance in depth—in ditches, behind
<pb xml:id="n108" n="108"/>
hedges, in the top and bottom stories of houses, in fields and 
gardens along the road. In some cases the Germans had bored 
holes through the walls of houses and used bales of hay as protection.</p>
        <p rend="indent">An eye-witness account by Private Melville <name key="name-009435" type="person">Hill-Rennie</name><note xml:id="fn1-108" n="9"><p><name key="name-009435" type="person">Pte M. C. Hill-Rennie</name>; born Patea, <date when="1918-02-01">1 Feb 1918</date>; advertising salesman; killed
in action <date when="1941-11-22">22 Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> gives a picture of the fighting encountered by C Company:</p>
        <p rend="indent">As extreme [left] flank man I walked in the ditch along the road 
and it was my responsibility to see that no Huns got through on the 
road behind us. Suddenly we ran into our first opposition. A Jerry 
machine-gun nest opened fire on us at a range of 50 yards and they 
got four of our boys before we could drop to the ground. The man 
just on my right gave a sharp yelp and I crawled over to see what 
was the matter. Two fingers of his right hand had been blown off 
by an explosive bullet. Jerry was using tracer and it was strange to 
lie there under the olive trees and see the bullets coming. I could see 
the explosive ones go off in a shower of flame and smoke as they 
hit the trees. We waited on the ground and finally the order came 
for my section to advance and wipe out the nest.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We edged forward on our stomachs until we were within 20 yards 
of the Nazis, who were tucked away behind a large tree, and then 
opened fire with our one Tommy gun, one Bren gun and eight rifles. 
As we kept up the fire the platoon officer [Lt Upham] cautiously 
crawled round to the side and slightly to the rear of the tree. Although 
it was still dark, we could tell by the way the Jerries were shouting to 
each other that they didn't like the look of the situation. When he got 
round behind the tree the platoon officer jumped to his feet and 
hurled three Mills bombs, one right after another, into the nest and 
then jumped forward with his revolver blazing. Single-handed he 
wiped out seven Jerries with their Tommy guns and another with a 
machine gun…. Two machine-gunners managed to hobble away 
in the darkness, but we got them later.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We reformed our lines and as we did so I could hear shouting from 
down along the beach, where the boys were dealing with more nests. 
We pushed on slowly for another 50 yards or so. By this time it was 
getting light and I could make out the shape of a house on the edge 
of the road just ahead. Just then Jerry opened up with machine guns 
from the windows of the house and from a small outhouse at the rear. 
We fell to the ground again and took cover.</p>
        <p rend="indent">I got a bead on one of the windows and as soon as one of the Nazis 
poked his head above the sill with his machine gun I let fly…. 
Our platoon officer dashed ahead again and came around from the 
back towards the door of the outhouse.</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘Come on out,’ he shouted. Jerry's answer was a burst of fire….
<pb xml:id="n109" n="109"/>
Taking a Mills bomb from his pocket he [Upham] calmly pulled the 
catch then carefully placed it into the hand of a dead Jerry whose 
arm was stretched out through the outhouse door.</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘Take that, you b—s,’ I heard him say; then he stepped back 
and waited for the explosion. As soon as the bomb went off he 
shouted, ‘Come on, boys, they're finished’ and we rushed forward.</p>
        <p rend="indent">There were about eight German wounded inside. Half a dozen 
more came running out of the house … with their hands held 
high and … yelling ‘Kamerad, kamerad’. The majority of them 
were well-built, strapping fellows who looked like picked men. Most 
of them knew a smattering of English. In neither nest had I seen 
any officers: those in charge were either corporals or sergeants.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We dumped their guns down the well and left their wounded 
under guard to wait for the upcoming stretcher bearers, and then 
moved on. Over on my left I could hear wild shouts coming from 
the Maori lines as they forged ahead. All along the line to the 
beach we ran into Jerry fire as the enemy retreated back on to the 
aerodrome …. at one point I saw a long bamboo fence neatly 
whittled down as the Germans raked their machine guns across the 
fields and groves.</p>
        <p rend="indent">It was broad daylight by this time. Our lines had strung out in a 
semicircle, on my right the boys on the beach strip had managed to 
fight their way through to the aerodrome … but we in the middle 
sector came up against <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> village,<note xml:id="fn1-109" n="10"><p>This village was
<name key="name-009650" type="place">Pirgos</name>. It is on the road east of the airfield and at the time was
often confused with <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> village, farther inland.</p></note> where Jerry had taken up 
vantage points in the houses. We slowly blasted our way from house 
to house, wiping out one nest after another, while the snipers kept 
up a constant, deadly fire….</p>
        <p rend="indent">At one house the Nazis had mounted a captured British Bofors 
gun from the aerodrome behind a well and were turning it on our 
men with devastating results. We just had to wipe out that gun 
crew. With two Bren gunners I sneaked forward until I was in a 
position to cover my platoon officer who …. crawled forward on 
his stomach for 30 yards; then he tossed his Mills bomb smack on 
to a gunner crouched behind the wall. We rushed forward and carelessly stood up behind the battered gun and the dead Jerry. At that 
moment a Hun sniper opened up from the houses. The New Zealander on my right died instantly with a bullet in his head. The 
Maori on my other side fell to the ground with a bad wound in his 
stomach.</p>
        <p rend="indent">I flopped behind the well and waited for a chance to dash for 
cover…. A minute later I scrambled to my feet and dashed 
across the rough road. Right in the middle I … tripped and fell 
sprawling on my face. Instantly the sniper opened up on me. I 
decided the only thing to do was to lie doggo and make believe 
he had killed me.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n110" n="110"/>
        <p rend="indent">For five agonizing minutes I lay still as a corpse. Then, for some 
reason, he took another shot at me. The bullet pinged into the road 
just under my knee…. for 20 more horrible minutes I lay dead 
still. Then, gathering myself for a spring, I jumped and ran for the 
ditch on the far side of the road where his bullets couldn't reach me. 
I wiggled back down the ditch and rejoined my outfit….</p>
        <p rend="indent">The troops in <name key="name-009650" type="place">Pirgos</name> village were under fire from snipers and 
several men were wounded. Upham and Lieutenant Bain<note xml:id="fn1-110" n="11"><p>Capt F. J.
Bain; Waipara; born NZ <date when="1916-03-16">16 Mar 1916</date>; warehouse assistant;
wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-05-26">26 May 1941</date>.</p></note> of 
Headquarters Company rallied the men to carry out the casualties when the battalion was ordered to withdraw left into the 
hills. While Bain and Hill-Rennie gave covering fire, Upham 
and a private carried Lieutenant George <name key="name-009228" type="person">Brown</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-110" n="12"><p><name key="name-009228" type="person">Capt G. A. Brown</name>, ED; Westport; born <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>, <date when="1911-01-16">16 Jan 1911</date>; accountant;
wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date>; repatriated <date when="1943-11">Nov 1943</date>.</p></note> badly 
wounded in a leg, out on a door. ‘While we waited by the roadside I ran through the special kit carried by all the Nazi parachutists,’ said Hill-Rennie. ‘It contained, among other things, 
some energine tablets and six bars of Cadbury's (English) chocolate. I ate one of the bars and I remember thinking that it was 
the best thing I had tasted in my life…. I managed to make 
my way up to the hilltop overlooking <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> where my outfit 
was reforming some sort of line. By this time the German air 
activity was terrific.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Meanwhile, on the right flank, D Company engaged enemy 
posts both in scattered houses and in clumps of canes. Half an 
hour after the start of the attack, while the men were awaiting 
the signal to attack a farmhouse and outbuildings, a deep-throated German officer broke the silence only a few yards 
ahead by shouting ‘Kompanie! kompanie!’ and rattling on 
with other orders. Enemy troops began to move about quickly 
and then opened fire. The men rushed the house and, after 
grenades had been thrown, the enemy surrendered. The company pushed on, houses on the way up to the aerodrome being 
taken in turn and machine-gun nests in the bushes being dealt 
with as they were discovered. Private Amos fired his anti-tank 
rifle at one of these posts, silencing the post and deafening those 
of his section in front of him. Towards daylight Lieutenant
<pb xml:id="n111" n="111"/>
Maxwell,<note xml:id="fn1-111" n="13"><p><name key="name-009567" type="person">Capt P. V. H. Maxwell</name>, DSO; born Londonderry, <date when="1906-02-14">14 Feb 1906</date>; manufacturer's
representative; p.w. <date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>.</p></note> who appeared to be the only officer left in the 
company, handed over to Sergeant <name key="name-009739" type="person">Sutherland</name><note xml:id="fn2-111" n="14"><p><name key="name-009739" type="person">Sgt N. Sutherland</name>; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-008963" type="place">Australia</name>, <date when="1906-08-22">22 Aug 1906</date>; barman-porter; wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-05">May 1941</date>.</p></note> and went over 
to the road to contact Battalion Headquarters. The Adjutant, 
Captain <name key="name-009240" type="person">Cameron</name>,<note xml:id="fn3-111" n="15"><p><name key="name-009240" type="person">Maj D. B. Cameron</name>, m.i.d.; born NZ <date when="1908-09-30">30 Sep 1908</date>; clerk; twice wounded;
drowned Maoribank, <date when="1951-02-24">24 Feb 1951</date>.</p></note> instructed him to continue the advance 
and Maxwell rejoined the company, which had kept going, 
near the edge of the aerodrome. Here 5 Brigade mines and 
barbed wire were encountered, which hindered progress. 
Groups of D Company reached the clear part of the aerodrome 
by the beach and saw scores of aircraft on the ground. Private 
Amos again used his anti-tank rifle with effect, this time on one 
of the aircraft.</p>
        <p rend="indent">By this time it was broad daylight and the forward troops 
had come under most intense mortar and machine-gun fire, 
with the clear ground of the aerodrome still to be crossed. 
Casualties were heavy: some sections had only one man left. 
Lieutenant Maxwell then pulled the survivors back about 100 
yards to the cover of some bamboos where sections of B Company were found.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Half an hour after the leading companies had set off the 
supporting companies, A, B, and HQ, had reached <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> 
and received brief directions from Captain Rice, who exhorted 
his men to the task ahead of them. The companies marched 
straight off to the sea, deployed, turned left and, at the signal 
blast of Rice's whistle, advanced. A Company extended from 
the road, inclusive, half-way to the coast, and B Company from 
there to the sea. Headquarters Company platoons moved as a 
second supporting line. After about 800 yards had been covered 
firing began in front, and some distance ahead A Company 
caught up with the rear of C Company, which was recognised 
by the voice of Lieutenant Upham. There were a few isolated 
shots at first and the odd German missed by the leading company had to be dealt with until the platoons reached <name key="name-009650" type="place">Pirgos</name> 
village just before first light. Here tracer became more common. Because of the rough ground, the patches of canes and 
low-growing vineyards, contact was not easily kept and sections
<pb xml:id="n112" n="112"/>
went forward to a large extent on their own. No. 8 Platoon, 
spiritedly led by Lieutenant Markham,<note xml:id="fn1-112" n="16"><p><name key="name-009563" type="person">Maj P. G. Markham</name>; Little River; born England, <date when="1908-09-08">8 Sep 1908</date>; farm manager.</p></note> 
caught up with D Company in front of the aerodrome and had some severe fighting. 
The platoon was almost cut off when the Germans later advanced on the right flank.</p>
        <p rend="indent">B Company, in extended formation ‘like a hare drive’, had 
had a busy time mopping up. A strongpoint in one house was 
engaged by throwing grenades through a window. There was 
a rush and a stream of Germans dashed out like sheep in a 
panic. Corporal <name key="name-009521" type="person">Lockie</name><note xml:id="fn2-112" n="17"><p><name key="name-009521" type="person">Lt J. P. Lockie</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born Greenock, <name key="name-120045" type="place">Scotland</name>, <date when="1918-09-02">2 Sep 1918</date>; civil
servant; wounded <date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date>.</p></note> got seven in a row with his tommy 
gun. Machine-gun fire was intense and there was a Bofors 
firing at the same time. At one stage the company was held 
up by fire that seemed to come from a burnt-out plane on 
the beach. After all Bren guns had been turned on it there was 
no more trouble from that quarter. In places enemy machine-gun positions were not deeply dug in and some gun crews surrendered when approached. Others hid by their guns, hoping 
not to be seen, and when stumbled upon came up like rabbits; 
but more often there was grenade and bayonet work as Germans 
hung on till the bitter end.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At first light B Company found itself close to D Company, 
which was a short distance ahead. The enemy appeared to have 
withdrawn to the far edge of the aerodrome and was covering 
the level ground with heavy machine-gun fire. Planes were now 
coming over at tree-top height, strafing up and down the lines, 
and the troops were fairly well pinned down.</p>
        <p rend="indent">When B Company went to ground near the airfield Lieutenant <name key="name-009555" type="person">McPhail</name><note xml:id="fn3-112" n="18"><p><name key="name-009555" type="person">Capt N. J. McPhail</name>, m.i.d.; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1913-09-24">24 Sep 1913</date>; leather merchant; p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> went back for orders to Captain Rice, who 
was well forward and moving about ‘as if he was on a parade 
ground’, completely ignoring the small-arms fire. The company's position, however, was not pleasant. There was no shelter under the olive trees and the scrub and vines were too low 
to permit anyone to stand up unobserved. The bamboo was 
close but too obvious a choice of cover, and some of the tracks 
through it were wired and booby-trapped. Rice decided to ask
<pb xml:id="n113" n="113"/>
the CO for instructions. The next few minutes are well described 
by Private Clarke,<note xml:id="fn1-113" n="19"><p><name key="name-009264" type="person">L-Cpl G. F. Clarke</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born Dunedin, <date when="1911-08-29">29 Aug 1911</date>; traveller;
wounded <date when="1941-11-27">27 Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> one of three brothers in the battalion:</p>
        <p rend="indent">By this time it was daylight and I could see Captain Rice ahead 
of me walking about. He called for a runner and as I was attached 
to B Company in that capacity I went over. He told me to go to 
Bn HQ and ask Col. Burrows what we should do. Earle <name key="name-009291" type="person">Cuttriss</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-113" n="20"><p><name key="name-009291" type="person">Pte E. D. Cuttriss</name>; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born Gore, <date when="1916-06-24">24 Jun 1916</date>; shop assistant;
wounded <date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date>.</p></note> the other runner, went with me. Captain Rice had said, ‘Two of 
you better go.’ We were shot at all the way as we cut straight across 
through the grape vines, the tops of which were being shot off. 
Reaching a house I was directed to a bridge near the road where I 
reported to Col. Burrows and gave him the message. He replied 
that B Company were to stay where they were. Cuttriss and I 
returned. The fire was worse than before. I delivered the message 
to Captain Rice who asked me to go back to say that things were 
a bit too hot and to ask whether we could withdraw. Cuttriss and I 
started off again but I lost him on the way. Later I found that he 
had been wounded in the back of the neck.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Reaching Bn HQ I gave Col. Burrows the message and he seemed 
rather upset…. The C.O. said ‘Yes. Withdraw and come up 
here.’ I ran back with this message to Captain Rice who was standing behind some canes. He called to McPhail, ‘Come on you chaps, 
you've got to get out of here.’ I was standing near him when an MG 
opened up, firing through the canes. I dropped down beside some 
Headquarters chaps who were already lying there and was about 
to suggest that Captain Rice do the same when he was hit and fell 
[About this time, also, Lieutenant <name key="name-009689" type="person">Scoltock</name><note xml:id="fn3-113" n="21"><p><name key="name-009689" type="person">Lt H. J. Scoltock</name>; born NZ <date when="1909-03-27">27 Mar 1909</date>; company director; died of wounds
<date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date>.</p></note> was mortally wounded 
as he shepherded the men across to the shelter of some trees.]</p>
        <p rend="indent">By this time McPhail and the rest had gone so I called to the 
others to follow me and set off for the road…. At the road I met 
Charlie Upham who asked me where B Company were. I pointed 
to the beach and said, ‘What's left of them are down there.’ I asked 
him where Bn HQ was and he said, ‘Up on that hill,’ pointing to a 
hill on the left of the road. I went up the creek bed and …. 
reported to Bn HQ and told the Adjutant that Captain Rice was 
killed.</p>
        <p rend="indent">By this time Colonel Burrows had appreciated that it would 
be impossible to carry the first stage of the original plan any 
further since it would mean crossing the open ground of the 
airfield in broad daylight under heavy fire from the ground and
<pb xml:id="n114" n="114"/>
attack from the air. He decided to carry out a modified form of 
the second stage of the plan and try to get what remained of 
his battalion in behind the Maoris and eventually, if the Maoris 
had taken their objective, on to the high ground overlooking 
the aerodrome. Runners were sent out to the companies with 
these orders, but by this time they were well scattered and the 
message did not reach them all. Part of D Company received 
the order to withdraw to the high ground, but Maxwell's group 
nearer the coast withdrew through B Company to the start line, 
accompanied by 8 Platoon of A Company.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On getting back to <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> D Company was sent forward 
in the afternoon to a point 300 yards past a church situated 
beyond the bridge and on the right-hand side of the road leading 
to <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name>. The company was to hold a line until relieved. The 
advance met intense machine-gun and mortar fire and halted 
at a creek near the church, where the men took shelter under 
trees and in some canes. At dusk the advance was resumed but 
again the men could make little progress against small-arms 
and Bofors fire. The night was spent in a creek bed, and next 
morning 5 Brigade withdrew the party to <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> as there was 
every likelihood of its being cut off.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the meantime platoons of Headquarters Company had had 
a wide variety of experiences as third line in the attack. The 
anti-aircraft platoon was led with determination by Lieutenant 
Bain and actually caught up with C Company in <name key="name-009650" type="place">Pirgos</name> village, 
sharing in the heavy fighting there. The mortar platoon, which 
had arrived in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> with all its weapons except the anti-tank 
rifle, had been halted at the <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> bridge by machine-gun 
fire. Unable to move forward, Lieutenant Rhodes reported to 
5 Brigade Headquarters and was ordered to come under command of the <name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name>. Rhodes then took command of 
the <name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name> mortar platoon—seven men, two mortars, 
and their ammunition.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On debussing and deploying on foot the carrier platoon, 
under Lieutenant Green, came under fire from a German 
machine gun firing across the road from the direction of the 
beach. After temporarily taking cover the platoon pushed on. 
At daylight it came under the heavy ground and aircraft fire 
that had halted the leading companies. Elements of D <choice><orig>Com-
<hi><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba020b"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba020b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba020b-g"/><head><name key="name-003325" type="place">CRETE</name></head><figDesc>coloured map of crete</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba012a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba012a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba012a-g"/><p>Reconnaissance group, <name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name>. <hi rend="i">From left:</hi> Capt D. B. Cameron (sitting), <name key="name-009682" type="person">Pte F. G. Ross</name> (driver), <name key="name-208411" type="person">Lt-Col Kippenberger</name>, <name key="name-008659" type="person">2 Lt S. J. Green</name>, Maj J. T. Burrows, <name key="name-009636" type="person">Maj R. D. B. Paterson</name></p><figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers discussing</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba013a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba013a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba013a-g"/><head><name key="name-003953" type="place">Katerini</name></head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of town</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba013b"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba013b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba013b-g"/><head><name key="name-009670" type="place">Riakia</name> village</head><figDesc>Black and white photograph houses</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba014a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba014a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba014a-g"/><head>Pioneers at Lava. <hi rend="i">From left:</hi> Jack Lloyd, Harry Reid, Sgt Peter McGhie, Don McLean, Harry Cain, and Stan Weir</head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers in snow</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba014b"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba014b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba014b-g"/><head>Lieutenant Upham at <name key="name-004004" type="place">Kriekouki</name></head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of army officer and mule</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba015a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba015a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba015a-g"/><head><name key="name-001232" type="place">Porto Rafti</name>. The battalion's last day in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name></head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of view from a hill</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba015b"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba015b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba015b-g"/><p>A group of 20 Battalion officers on the day of arrival in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name><lb/><hi rend="i">From left:</hi> Lt M. G. O'Callaghan, <name key="name-009793" type="person">Maj C. Wilson</name> (back to camera), Lt J. D. Aiken, Lt G. A. Brown, Maj J. T. Burrows (back to camera), Lt D. J. Fountaine, <name key="name-208411" type="person">Lt-Col H. K. Kippenberger</name>, Capt D. B. Cameron, <name key="name-009671" type="person">Capt M. C. Rice</name> (standing), 2 Lt N. J. McPhail (standing), 2 Lt C. H. Upham (holding mug), Lt R. L. D. Powrie.</p><figDesc>Black and white photograph of group of officers</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba016a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba016a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba016a-g"/><head>The counter-attack on <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> airfield</head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of bombing</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba016b"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba016b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba016b-g"/><head>Junkers 52S dropping paratroops, <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name></head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of planes flying</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba017a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba017a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba017a-g"/><p>C Company platoons at <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name><lb/><hi rend="i">From left:</hi> A. T. Shaw, R. C. Bellis, A. G. Pepper, J. H. Breeze, J. U. Vaughan, V. Horgan, Sgt B. N. Beechey, H. W. Johnson, 2 Lt C. H. Upham, F. J. G. Lidgett, and R. B. E. Matthews</p><figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers in parade</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba017b"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba017b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba017b-g"/><head>Battalion area in the <name key="name-003303" type="place">Baggush Box</name>, <date when="1941-11">November 1941</date></head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of tent</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba018a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba018a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba018a-g"/><head>Padre Spence conducts church parade</head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers sitting</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba018b"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba018b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba018b-g"/><head><name key="name-009436" type="person">Sgt J. D. Hinton</name>, VC</head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of army officer</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba019a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba019a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba019a-g"/><head><name key="name-208411" type="person">Lt-Col Kippenberger</name> and Lt Upham at <name key="name-002877" type="place">Baggush</name></head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of army officer</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba019b"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba019b.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba019b-g"/><head>Upham's platoon, <date when="1941-10">October 1941</date>. Playing cards are (from left) Percy Port, Bob May, Alan Pepper and Bob McBrydie; Lt Upham, with pipe, looks on</head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of army officers</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba019c"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba019c.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba019c-g"/><head>Awaiting orders on a desert exercise</head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldiers discussing</figDesc></figure><figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba020a"><graphic url="WH2-20Ba020a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba020a-g"/><head>German prisoners, <name key="name-004266" type="place">Menastir</name>, <date when="1941-11">November 1941</date>. <name key="name-009506" type="person">Sgt I. Lang</name>, facing camera, was mortally wounded a few days later</head><figDesc>Black and white photograph of soldier resting</figDesc></figure><pb xml:id="n115" n="115"/></hi>
pany</orig><reg>Company</reg></choice> and 8 Platoon of A Company were met as they were 
withdrawing, and at the same time the platoon was fired at 
from the rear and from the hills south of the road. To deal with 
this fire Lieutenant Green and a section crossed the road and 
mopped up one enemy post, losing three men wounded. It 
rejoined D Company near 5 Brigade Headquarters. Later the 
platoon advanced again towards <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> with D Company but 
was pinned down by strafing and by machine-gun and mortar 
fire. Progress across patches of open ground was practically 
impossible. Towards evening when the blitz eased, Captain 
Garriock led the platoon, together with men from the transport 
and pioneer platoons and the sanitary squad, forward with 
D Company to the creek bed, where positions were taken up 
and pickets posted. When dawn came it was seen that the 
area was open to attack from the air and the platoon was withdrawn by Lieutenant <name key="name-012292" type="person">Coop</name><note xml:id="fn1-115" n="22"><p><name key="name-012292" type="person">Capt M. J. Coop</name>; Rugby, England; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1911-07-21">21 Jul 1911</date>; shepherd;
three times wounded.</p></note> of 23 Battalion to <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> village.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the meantime, far ahead on the <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> road, the situation 
was critical. After receiving the second message from Captain 
Rice, Colonel Burrows realised that the attack could not be 
pushed any further. In fact, it was surprising that the forward 
companies had been able to advance as far as they did in the 
time. The only supporting arms were a few Italian 75-millimetre guns fired by the New Zealand gunners from the <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> 
area at dawn. The range was too great and the shells fell near 
the attacking troops. Contact had been kept with the Maoris, 
on one or two occasions by the CO himself, but communication 
with the companies was by runner and most difficult to maintain. The Battalion Headquarters group had itself been forced 
to take cover near a bridge. Colonel Burrows had had a narrow 
escape when a burst of enemy fire ripped his pistol holster and 
tore his trousers on either side, disintegrating harmlessly a hand 
grenade which was in his pocket.</p>
        <p rend="indent">After B Company had been ordered to move up the gully near 
<name key="name-009650" type="place">Pirgos</name> village and take up position behind the Maoris, Private 
<name key="name-009702" type="person">Sheppard</name><note xml:id="fn2-115" n="23"><p><name key="name-009702" type="person">L-Cpl J. C. Sheppard</name>; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>, <date when="1918-02-08">8 Feb 1918</date>; farmhand; p.w. <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> of A Company was sent towards the canes to collect
<pb xml:id="n116" n="116"/>
any troops in that area. He returned later to say that he had 
been shot at on all sides by Germans but could find no trace 
of 20th troops. When Lieutenant Upham was asked for two 
men to bring back D Company from the right flank, he went 
himself with Lance-Sergeant Kirk<note xml:id="fn1-116" n="24"><p><name key="name-006558" type="person">Capt V. D. Kirk</name>, DCM; Blackball; born Blackball, <date when="1915-09-17">17 Sep 1915</date>; winchman;
wounded <date when="1943-12-15">15 Dec 1943</date>.</p></note> and brought back some 
B Company men from round the aerodrome. The mortar and 
machine-gun fire on the open ground was heavy and they were 
lucky to get back alive. Planes were landing on the 'drome and 
troops were jumping out and getting straight into the battle, for 
the Germans were following up the withdrawal. To protect 
B Company's move up the creek bed the CO put A Company 
under Captain Washbourn to line the bank of a ravine, while 
Lieutenant Bain and the ack-ack platoon cheerfully held up the 
enemy as the wounded were carried away.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Gradually what remained of A, B, and C Companies and 
elements of D Company moved into the area on the hill behind 
the Maoris. They were actually in 23 Battalion's area, and 
Colonel Burrows at once got in touch with Lieutenant-Colonel 
<name key="name-009511" type="person">Leckie</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-116" n="25"><p><name key="name-009511" type="person">Col D. F. Leckie</name>, OBE, ED, m.i.d.; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born Dunedin, <date when="1897-06-09">9 Jun 1897</date>;
school-teacher; served in Canterbury Mounted Rifles Regt, Anzac Mounted
Division, 1916–19; CO <name key="name-001171" type="organisation">23 Bn</name> Aug 1940-Mar 1941, May 1941-Jun 1942; comd
75 Sub-Area, <name key="name-005853" type="place">Middle East</name>, Aug 1942-Mar 1944; wounded <date when="1941-05-25">25 May 1941</date>.</p></note> CO of that unit, and Colonel <name key="name-009310" type="person">Dittmer</name><note xml:id="fn3-116" n="26"><p><name key="name-009310" type="person">Brig G. Dittmer</name> CBE, DSO, MC, m.i.d.; <name key="name-002817" type="place">Auckland</name>; born Maharahara, 4 Jun 
<date when="1893">1893</date>; Regular soldier; Auckland Regt 1914–19 (OC 1 NZ Entrenching Bn); 
CO <name key="name-002582" type="organisation">28 (Maori) Bn</name> Jan 1940-Feb 1942; comd 1 Inf Bde Gp (in NZ) <date when="1942-04">Apr 1942</date>- 
<date when="1943-08">Aug 1943</date>; 1 Div, Aug 1942-Jan 1943; <name key="name-031619" type="organisation">Fiji Military Forces</name> and Fiji Inf Bde Gp, 
Sep 1943-Nov 1945; Camp Commandant, Papakura Military Camp, <date when="1946">1946</date>; 
Commandant, Central Military District, 1946–48.</p></note> of the Maori 
Battalion. All agreed that the best use that could be made of 
the 20th was to use it to strengthen weaknesses in the line.</p>
        <p rend="indent">By about midday the companies were in a defensive position 
with a distant view of <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> aerodrome but unable to reach 
it with fire. They had no tools and could not dig in. Soon the 
German mortars began to shell them, inflicting casualties, and a 
captured Bofors gun added to their troubles. A Company, on 
a hill, could see enemy reinforcements arriving by air all day, 
well out of reach of the Brens. Battalion Headquarters saw an 
enemy gun section in operation beside a house near the aerodrome. Men loaded the gun, fired, and ran for cover again 
under the trees. B Company, in 23 Battalion's Headquarters
<pb xml:id="n117" n="117"/>
Company area, was located in and about a small group of 
houses like a country estate and had good slit trenches dug by 
23 Battalion. The company overlooked the flat down which 
Germans were infiltrating, their helmets occasionally bobbing 
up above the scrub. The fire of four Bren guns was used with 
effect. Later in the morning ‘about twenty Germans as bold 
as brass’ came down the road from the aerodrome, apparently 
confident that they had air cover. They were pulling a gun 
that looked like a Bofors. Lieutenant McPhail directed the 
Bren-gunners to sight on the position into which the Germans 
were pulling the gun, and when they were in a close group a 
concentration of fire ended their activity.</p>
        <p rend="indent">C Company was well forward, and as the Germans pushed 
out patrols feeling for a gap in the line, Lieutenant Upham and 
his men repulsed them, on one occasion capturing a machine 
gun. Their area had three heavy mortar bombardments.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About dusk, after heavy strafing, the enemy attacked a ridge held by the Maoris slightly to the left of 20 Battalion. Colonel 
Burrows describes the action:</p>
        <p rend="indent">They [the Germans] gave the ridge all they had with MG and 
mortar fire and then attacked with rifle and bayonet. I was across 
a valley just behind the ridge attacked and had had sent me by 
Col. Leckie a group of oddments from his HQ and any other soldier 
he could collect. These, in addition to any I could gather up were 
waiting ready to counter-attack if the Germans were successful…. 
The Maori doesn't believe in waiting to be attacked if he is not 
dug in. When the Germans got to within 20 or 30 yards there came 
the usual Maori yelling and shouting and down the hill they all 
went to meet the Hun. I couldn't see but just had to wait after 
things had quietened to decide from speaking voices whether we'd 
won or lost. Not long afterwards I heard, ‘Don't waste any more 
bullets on the b—s,’ so I dispersed my group and we prepared to 
spend a long night where we were.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The position when night fell on 22 May was, therefore, that 
the survivors of A, B, and C Companies, less 8 Platoon, were in 
position on the high ground south of the road, while most of 
D Company, 8 Platoon, and elements of Headquarters Company were in the <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> area near 5 Brigade Headquarters 
or in the muddy watercourse about half-way between <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> 
and <name key="name-009650" type="place">Pirgos</name>.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n118" n="118"/>
        <p rend="indent">The supplying of the forward troops presented a serious problem for the quartering staff. A convoy of three 7-ton lorries 
driven by <name key="name-022899" type="organisation">Royal Marines</name> and carrying Battalion Headquarters 
personnel, the ‘I’ section, rations, and mortar ammunition set 
out for <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> early on the morning of the 22nd. The convoy 
was led by the battalion second-in-command, Major Paterson, 
in a 15-cwt Fordson, but became separated from its leader, lost 
its way, and eventually arrived back at the <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> bridge at 
daylight. The ammunition had to be off-loaded and the 15-cwt 
took over the job of taking supplies forward. During the day 
Private Don <name key="name-009239" type="person">Caley</name><note xml:id="fn1-118" n="27"><p><name key="name-009239" type="person">Sgt D. L. Caley</name>; born <name key="name-120079" type="place">Huntly</name>, <date when="1916-11-20">20 Nov 1916</date>; service mechanic.</p></note> made several trips in the 15-cwt truck, 
and in the evening he set off again in advance of the 7-ton lorry 
which was to try to get through with ammunition. This small 
convoy encountered the famous ‘ambush’, here described by 
Private <name key="name-009587" type="person">Morris</name><note xml:id="fn2-118" n="28"><p><name key="name-009587" type="person">L-Cpl R. H. Morris</name>; <name key="name-026686" type="place">Trentham</name>; born NZ <date when="1914-09-12">12 Sep 1914</date>; clerk; p.w. <date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>.</p></note>:</p>
        <p rend="indent">The first part of the trip as far as the road block … [at the 
Composite Battalion] was uneventful, except that we passed a fairly 
large crowd of prisoners, under guard, moving down in the general 
direction of <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>…. From the road block on, the road continued round one or two bluffs and then the escarpment eased off 
to the left (the sea was on our right and not far away) so that we 
went out on to a narrow plain covered by either bushes or flax or 
cactus and long grass. We … passed several burning houses and 
then … [just before <name key="name-002869" type="place">Ay Marina</name>] the fireworks commenced with 
… a man jumping from behind cactus and shouting ‘Surrender’ 
several times. Following this, a stream of bullets … commenced 
to go past with tracer interspersed. On the 15-cwt, which took it all, 
there were I think, five, with Dvr Caley driving, RQMS <name key="name-009180" type="person">Bolwell</name><note xml:id="fn3-118" n="29"><p><name key="name-009180" type="person">Lt E. W. Bolwell</name>, MBE, m.i.d.; <name key="name-120054" type="place">Timaru</name>; born Dunedin, <date when="1900-09-13">13 Sep 1900</date>; butcher.</p></note> 
passenger, myself on the toolbox in the centre and Corporal <name key="name-009726" type="person">Spriggs</name><note xml:id="fn4-118" n="30"><p><name key="name-009726" type="person">Cpl E. D. Spriggs</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1917-10-18">18 Oct 1917</date>; canvas worker.</p></note> 
behind the RQMS…. At the cry of ‘Surrender’ I can remember 
pulling my trigger in the general direction of the shouter, unfortunately missing. This shot, it appears, caused the RQMS temporary 
stunning as it was only an inch or so away from his ear, and that 
will explain his late departure from the truck, … several seconds 
or minutes after us. Cpl Spriggs, I remember, went off the truck 
like a sack of spuds…. [He pitched forward over the bonnet 
(there was no windscreen) on to the road, falling at the feet of one 
of the enemy, who was forced to step aside to avoid him. Unhurt 
by his fall except for abrasions, Spriggs lay ‘doggo’ and awaited 
developments.] Apparently the rest had also decamped by different
<pb xml:id="n119" n="119"/>
routes when I took off via the driver's seat, rifle and all. On clearing 
the truck I acquired the prone position with much greater speed 
and skill than in <name key="name-009235" type="place">Burnham</name> or <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name> days and was in rather a dilemma as to whether to put my bayonet on or not. I eventually did, but 
it rattled so much (I must have been either very nervous or it was 
a badly fitting bayonet) I took it off again. My water bottle also 
caused me worry as I had to sling it on the kicking straps and it 
dragged and rattled.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Meanwhile the RQMS had come to, to find that a German 
officer standing within a few feet of him was again ordering 
him to surrender. Instead of complying he stared at the German 
for a moment and then quickly stepped down on to the road 
on the far side, hearing as he did so a fire order given in 
German. He slipped round the side of the truck and, according 
to Morris, ‘went past me like a Catherine wheel’, to the accompaniment of much tracer.</p>
        <p rend="indent">As it happened [Morris continues] I think that I was the only 
one with a hand grenade, they being scarce on the island (except 
for certain people who seemed to have boxes of them), so after a 
little thought to discern the Jerries' movements, I finally let them 
have it…. I must have got their GOC troops as the loudest voice 
closed down and …. except for some moaning, quiet reigned, 
and during that time I worked my way backwards through the odd 
undergrowth to a house that stood about 20 yards or so away from 
the truck. Here … I wondered what to do and, thinking that 
perhaps another crowd … might come through and get caught 
as we had, I decided to try and circumnavigate the ‘wily’ Jerry…. 
I finally decided to swim off from the beach and try and get ashore 
opposite the village…. I planned to watch the headland … 
and try to come ashore opposite it and get to <name key="name-001162" type="organisation">5 Bde</name> HQ or 20 Bn HQ.</p>
        <p rend="indent">I worked my way to the beach past the house. One had to be 
careful as it was fairly open and they had a big searchlight playing 
up the coast from near <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>…. Stripping, except for <name key="name-013389" type="place">Bombay</name> 
bloomers and wrist watch and burying all, plus rifle, in the sand, I 
worked my way down and into the water and took off for ports 
indefinite. It was here that the RQMS told me afterwards that he 
had seen me and nearly let me have it, placing me as one of the 
Jerries.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Just how long that swim took I don't know but it was for at least 
1 ½ hours, but as I was about done by the time I got ashore, it was 
probably more. The main trouble was that the water was so phosphorescent that overarm could not be used, only dog-paddle, as even 
breast-stroke caused sparks…. That <name key="name-002869" type="place">Ay Marina</name> bluff seemed to 
go backwards at times as there must have been a current. However, 
I finally made a spot opposite it and came in to land … nearly
<pb xml:id="n120" n="120"/>
opposite the village. Being very cold I tried to run along the beach 
… to get warm, and seeing a point of vegetation I decided to 
work my way across to it by degrees. This I started to do and 
immediately came under … fire, immediately going to earth. On 
quietness descending, forgetting our password ‘Salmon Trout’, I 
endeavoured to call ‘Friend’, only to find my throat out of action. 
However, I cleared a ‘No. I stoppage’ and managed to get the message away. This brought ‘Salmon Trout’ to which I gave ‘<name key="name-021133" type="place">Blenheim</name>’ 
and was told to come forward and be recognised, which I did with 
hands up and fingers well spread!</p>
        <p rend="indent">My captors told me that they were a 5 Brigade HQ patrol who, 
it appears, heard the noise of our ambush but did not move far 
enough down the road to recover the truck. I told my story and, 
not having glasses or boots, caused some noise on the way in over 
the thorny rough ground to deliver my message to those higher up 
and, under Padre Spence, to be shown a place to have a rest…. 
The following morning I recovered what clothing and equipment I 
had left in both the truck and under the sand and continued on back 
to our old area at <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> bridge.<note xml:id="fn1-120" n="31"><p>RQMS Bolwell also swam out to sea and escaped, while the others returned by
various routes. The 7-tonner was able to turn round and return.</p></note></p>
        <p rend="indent">Battalion Headquarters, also, had had its problems. After its 
false start the night before the ‘I’ section went forward about 
1 p.m. on 22 May with the RSM, who organised small parties 
near <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> village while the section established a check post 
near a small white house on the road. German tommy-gun fire 
came from unpredictable directions and odd buildings, indicating that the enemy was infiltrating steadily. At dusk shots and 
tracer came closer and at one stage a wounded Bren-carrier 
driver from another unit staggered in, saying that he had been 
ambushed.</p>
        <p rend="indent">This ambush and that experienced by the quartering staff 
formed part of an enemy movement from south to north-west of 
<name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> in an attempt to cut the <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>-<name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> road behind 
5 Brigade. The brigade had been severely attacked; its men 
were considerably exhausted and were not considered fit to 
make a further attack.</p>
        <p rend="indent">With the approval of <name key="name-207994" type="person">General Freyberg</name>, General Puttick 
decided that the <name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name> would withdraw on the night 
of 22–23 May to its former area which it had held when in 
brigade reserve; 23 and 21 Battalions were to occupy areas to 
the east of the Maoris, and the 20th was to return to its former
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position near <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> in divisional reserve. Engineer detachments were to move to an area north of <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> where they 
would come under command of 4 Brigade. Artillery and 
machine-gun personnel were to accompany the battalion in 
whose area they were then situated.</p>
        <p rend="indent">A warning order was accordingly despatched by wireless to 
Brigadier <name key="name-208158" type="person">Hargest</name>,<note xml:id="fn1-121" n="32"><p><name key="name-208158" type="person">Brig J. Hargest</name>, CBE, DSO and bar, MC, m.i.d.; born Gore, <date when="1891-09-04">4 Sep 1891</date>;
farmer; MP, 1931–44; Otago Mounted Rifles, 1914–20 (CO <name key="name-009396" type="organisation">2 Bn</name> Otago Regt);
comd <name key="name-001162" type="organisation">5 Bde</name> May 1940-Nov 1941; p.w. <date when="1941-11-27">27 Nov 1941</date>; escaped <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name>, <date when="1943-03">Mar 1943</date>;
killed in action, <name key="name-008009" type="place">France</name>, <date when="1944-08-12">12 Aug 1944</date>.</p></note> Commander 5 Brigade, at 10.30 p.m. telling him to be prepared to withdraw during the night of 22–23 
May. All other forms of communication with 5 Brigade Headquarters had been interrupted and it was necessary to send the 
written message—which followed three hours later—by Bren 
carrier because of enemy detachments threatening the road 
leading to Brigade Headquarters.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Meanwhile, the battalions on the hill were in a precarious 
position. As Colonel Burrows says:</p>
        <p rend="indent">I honestly didn't see how we could last another day. The Hun 
was sure to try another attack perhaps in a different position, and if 
he broke through anywhere we were for it. My HQ got an hour or 
two of sleep…. At 4.30 a.m. word came through to go to a 
conference with Col. Leckie and the other 5th Bde COs. I reached 
the spot in the dark after ten minutes and learned we were to withdraw at once to … <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name>…. The message should have 
been delivered at 10 p.m. the night before. We were lucky to get 
it at all. Here was a case where we suffered through lack of modern 
equipment. A battalion fully equipped should carry portable wireless sets. We had none. The Germans had swags of them.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Withdrawal began immediately…. As we knew we'd be caught 
in the light it was decided to keep to the high ground. This made 
the journey much longer and more difficult, but there was cover for 
the troops, especially from the air. The orders for the 20th Battalion 
were to go right through to Galatos and come again under 4th Bde 
command. Owing to lack of time I sent word to platoon commanders to move back with the 5th Bde units to which they were 
attached as far as <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> where I intended to reform and send 
the companies independently to Galatos. In the event of any soldier 
being lost he was to go straight back to the Battalion's old bivvy area 
near <name key="name-022304" type="organisation">Div HQ</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We moved to <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> in small groups. Nothing much happened 
to my group and we arrived without casualties. Some groups were 
caught by MG fire and some by planes. We had to cross a deepish
<pb xml:id="n122" n="122"/>
river and our group got safely across a swing bridge. Jack Bain and 
his men, however, had to wade as a machine gun had ranged on to 
the bridge. They came in wet to the neck.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> I reported to Brigadier Hargest and learned from him 
that the mixed groups that had withdrawn the previous day had been 
sent forward again to hold a position on the coast strip, had been 
withdrawn from that, and were now put into positions to guard the 
bridge.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Lieutenant Markham of 8 Platoon A Company describes this 
action:</p>
        <p rend="indent">On the morning of <date when="1941-05-23">23 May 1941</date> … some 60 members of the 
20th Battalion under the command of Capt Garriock were assembled 
at 5th Bde HQ after being withdrawn from a forward position between the road and the sea…. We remained in Bde HQ area at 
least an hour waiting for orders—during this time some rations were 
obtained and issued.</p>
        <p rend="indent">After this, a Capt <name key="name-207320" type="person">Baker</name><note xml:id="fn1-122" n="33"><p><name key="name-207320" type="person">Lt-Col F. Baker</name>, DSO, ED, m.i.d.; <name key="name-008844" type="place">Wellington</name>; born <name key="name-120951" type="place">Kohukohu</name>, <name key="name-027808" type="place">Hokianga</name>,
<date when="1908-06-19">19 Jun 1908</date>; civil servant; CO <name key="name-002582" type="organisation">28 (Maori) Bn</name> Jul-Nov 1942; twice wounded;
Director of Rehabilitation, 1943–54; <name key="name-036089" type="organisation">Public Service Commission</name>, <date when="1954">1954</date>-.</p></note> [28 (Maori) Battalion] arrived who 
apparently had orders to put us in positions covering the road at the 
bridge some 400 yards from Bde HQ. We were told that we might 
have to stay there as long as twenty-four hours. We immediately 
set about organising into two platoons for there were representatives 
from three different companies there. However, we had to conceal 
the men owing to intense air activity overhead. About as soon as 
this was over—it lasted about 15 minutes—someone at Bde shouted 
that the enemy were already at the bridge.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Capt Baker assumed command and placed one platoon [under 
Captain Garriock] about half way between Bde and the bridge. He 
directed that the other platoon, of which I was put in command, 
should attack through the first platoon and establish itself in the 
dug positions about the bridge—with one section on the seaward 
side of the road and two on the other side. Capt Baker would lead 
these two sections—I was to lead the one on the seaward side.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Once having crossed the road I could not see what was happening 
on the other side, but pressed on to within 100 yards of the bridge 
where the enemy had a gun in the middle of the road and was 
holding our positions beside the bridge. The enemy had mortars and 
machine guns and made full use of them on both sides of the road.</p>
        <p rend="indent">My section had no dug positions and they brought very heavy 
mortar fire to bear on us. We were able to put the gun temporarily 
out of action by killing or disposing of the crew—and it was then 
that a runner crossed the road with a message from Capt Baker to 
cover his withdrawal. This I did to the best of my ability.</p>
        <p rend="indent">My section thinned out and withdrew by bounds to behind a
<pb xml:id="n123" n="123"/>
burning house—we sustained two casualties. When I got there I 
found that practically everyone from the other side of the road had 
proceeded on down the road. I and the two other officers waited for 
a while but no one else came out. I could not find out whether Capt 
Baker had gone on ahead—at all events I did not see him again.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Captain Garriock was wounded in this attack and Lieutenant Maxwell took over. His platoon went to ground and 
fired on the enemy gun crew but was engaged by enemy 
machine guns from a hillside which overlooked its positions. 
‘… Jerry turned all his fury loose at us,’ said the carrier 
platoon's sergeant, Wally Kimber. ‘Mortars and MG, the 
Mortar fire was terrific. I think it was the hottest hour I had 
during the war. We were simply being blasted out of the place.’ 
Then the Stukas took a hand, and while the platoon lay low 
the enemy opened fire from the beach flank. Casualties increased and the platoon was withdrawn, subsequently holding 
a line to cover the withdrawal of the <name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name> before it 
itself withdrew farther back to the ‘old Welch positions’.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The counter-attack at the <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> bridge had been a short 
sharp affair but it had held up the enemy long enough to allow 
the troops around <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> to take up positions. The rearguard 
was reinforced at short notice by two companies of the 20th, 
who manned a hastily formed line between the road and the 
sea. Colonel Burrows describes their part in the day's fighting:</p>
        <p rend="indent"><name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> was to be held by 5th Bde. The difficulty was to get 
… into position before the place was attacked. The Germans are 
very quick at following up any opportunity and it's a bad lookout 
if there is confusion in a withdrawal.</p>
        <p rend="indent">However, the 20th had orders to get back to beyond Galatos, 
about another 7 miles. A Coy had left. D Coy with most of HQ Coy 
had already gone after a bit of scrapping along the beach. Then 
came a deuce of a blitz by German planes and I was waiting with 
what remained of C and B Coys, with some of HQ Coy, for the blitz 
to finish so that we could get away. Next I received a message from 
Brig Hargest to say a German attack was developing and I was to 
take charge of all troops in the sector where I was and organise them 
for defence. This was a hectic task to have thrown at one at short 
notice. I belted B and C Coys into position forming a line thin as 
tissue paper…. I had a platoon of Maoris on the beach and, I 
learned later, two tanks…. Our Intelligence Sergeant, Jack <name key="name-009736" type="person">Sullivan</name>,<note xml:id="fn1-123" n="34"><p><name key="name-009736" type="person">Capt J. G. Sullivan</name>, DSO, m.i.d.; Cobb Valley, <name key="name-005626" type="place">Nelson</name>; born <name key="name-120608" type="place">Greymouth</name>,
<date when="1913-08-01">1 Aug 1913</date>; survey assistant; p.w. <date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>.</p></note> went to the OP we decided on and stuck there till dark with 
a wound in his shoulder.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n124" n="124"/>
        <p rend="indent">During heavy mortaring of 15 Platoon's position, Lieutenant 
Upham was wounded in the shoulder by a piece of shrapnel. 
His platoon sergeant, Dave Kirk, tells how Upham ‘… 
handed me his pocket knife and insisted that I extract the 
offending shrapnel. After carrying out what I thought was 
rather a neat bit of surgery, though it must have been rather 
painful for the patient, I tried to persuade him to go and have 
it dressed at the RAP. As he refused to go I went and reported 
it to Captain Den Fountaine<note xml:id="fn1-124" n="35"><p>Col D. J. Fountaine, DSO, MC, m.i.d.; Westport; born Westport, <date when="1914-07-04">4 Jul 1914</date>;
company secretary; CO 20 Bn 21 Jul-16 Aug 1942; <name key="name-001174" type="organisation">26 Bn</name> Sep 1942-Dec 1943,
Jun-Oct 1944; comd NZ Adv Base Oct 1944-Sep 1945; wounded <date when="1941-11-26">26 Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> 
who then came down to us and 
ordered Charlie to the RAP for treatment.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Lieutenant McPhail of B Company commanded his platoon 
in this rearguard:</p>
        <p rend="indent">We took up a defensive position … on the beach under Tui 
<name key="name-208491" type="person">Love</name><note xml:id="fn2-124" n="36"><p><name key="name-208491" type="person">Lt-Col E. Te W. Love</name>, m.i.d.; born Picton, <date when="1905-05-18">18 May 1905</date>; interpreter; CO
<name key="name-002582" type="organisation">28 (Maori) Bn</name> May-Jul 1942; died of wounds <date when="1942-07-12">12 Jul 1942</date>.</p></note> of the <name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name>. While there Guy Rhodes used his 
mortars very effectively…. The Germans were seen coming up 
between the road and the beach with something that looked like a 
Bofors gun and obviously digging in. One of our tanks was … 
in the courtyard of a house or blacksmith's shop but was very dubious 
about attacking the position, so Tui Love got a Bren carrier, called 
for two or three Maoris, and rushed the Huns. They had a heavy 
MG but Love mopped them up and then returned—a good show. 
While there we were given great treatment by the Maoris. They 
must have found a dump … for when I said we were hungry they 
gave us pineapple and tinned milk. When the men needed clothes 
they were given socks and greatcoats.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The mixed mortar platoon—two <name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name> mortars 
and two from the 20th—under Lieutenant Rhodes was in action 
all day. The platoon was divided into four detachments. Nos. 1 
and 2 had as their target the cane brake on the left flank, 
No. 3 engaged the stone bridge, and No. 4 was sited mainly to 
thicken up fire on the bridge. Their fire inflicted heavy casualties and put out of action an armoured vehicle and five motorcycles.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The day wore on [Colonel Burrows continues], but apart from 
trying to push patrols along the beach the Germans made no further 
serious attempt to crack the line. We were mortared all day long, 
though, and I was glad when night fell. All the wounded were
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taken away in trucks during the day … [to <name key="name-027440" type="organisation">7 General Hospital</name>]. 
That night the whole of the 5th Bde withdrew behind the 4th Bde 
and Col. Kipp's 10th Bde. B and C Coys of the 20th remained in 
their positions until about 9 p.m. and [we] then made our way 
unmolested by infantry patrols to our former bivouac positions east 
of Galatos. It was a longish tramp but we kept to the roads, passing 
through burning villages. Dawn was not far off by the time I visited 
Div. and returned to the battalion. We had to take up a defensive 
position.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Sergeant Basil Borthwick's description of the return of the 
<name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name> is worth recording:</p>
        <p rend="indent">Moved out on road and waited on the side while the Maori Bn 
came back through us. We could not help but be impressed by these 
Maori boys. There seemed a never ending column of them and they 
marched without a sound apart from the creak of their equipment 
and tramp of feet. We felt better after seeing them.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The treatment and evacuation of casualties during the attack 
on <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> was carried out by the battalion RAP section under 
extremely difficult conditions. Wounded who assembled at a 
white house on the <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>-<name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> road were sent away on 
trucks flying <name key="name-027417" type="organisation">Red Cross</name> flags. Many enemy planes flew up and 
down the line of trucks but did not attack. Some of the drivers 
were from 6 Platoon of 20 Battalion who had volunteered to 
drive the <name key="name-027417" type="organisation">Red Cross</name> trucks.</p>
        <p rend="indent">When the attack began the RAP section moved forward with 
Battalion Headquarters at the side of the road. Captain Gilmour, the RMO, went ahead with one of the rifle companies 
towards <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name>, where he set up an RAP under a little culvert 
on the road. Seriously wounded cases had to be carried on 
improvised stretchers some distance up the riverbed which, in 
its upper reaches, narrowed considerably and contained huge 
boulders which made progress extremely slow and difficult. 
Leaving the riverbed, stretcher-bearers had to scramble up a 
slippery track over a hilltop and down into a deep gully on 
the other side where the casualties were left at 5 Brigade ADS.</p>
        <p rend="indent">A second RAP was set up farther back in a combined stable 
and house about 100 yards on the <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> side of the bridge over 
the <name key="name-004554" type="place">Platanias</name> River. Corporal Lyn <name key="name-009738" type="person">Sutherland</name><note xml:id="fn1-125" n="37"><p><name key="name-009738" type="person">Sgt L. R. B. Sutherland</name>, m.i.d.; Dunedin; born Dunedin, <date when="1913-06-20">20 Jun 1913</date>; canister
maker; wounded <date when="1941-05">May 1941</date>; wounded and p.w. <date when="1942-07-15">15 Jul 1942</date>; repatriated <date when="1944-09">Sep 1944</date>.</p></note> 
describes its 
work:</p>
        <pb xml:id="n126" n="126"/>
        <p rend="indent">Here Sgt Bruce <name key="name-009562" type="person">Mark</name>,<note xml:id="fn1-126" n="38"><p><name key="name-009562" type="person">Sgt B. Mark</name>; born Dunedin, <date when="1917-12-11">11 Dec 1917</date>; clerk; died of wounds while p.w.
<date when="1941-07-07">7 Jul 1941</date>.</p></note> Private Ernie <name key="name-009185" type="person">Boyce</name>,<note xml:id="fn2-126" n="39"><p><name key="name-009185" type="person">L-Cpl E. E. E. Boyce</name>; born NZ <date when="1916-08-04">4 Aug 1916</date>; labourer; died of wounds 23 May 
<date when="1941">1941</date>.</p></note> the MO's batman, 
and I gave first aid to the walking wounded and sent them back to a 
5th Bde ADS on the side of a hill. Serious cases were kept till dark 
and evacuated by passing trucks. The Maori Battalion supplied two 
trucks and swastika flags were placed over their roofs to protect 
them from German aircraft. While attending a wounded man Sgt 
Mark was himself wounded in the back when enemy aircraft strafed 
the house and he later died of wounds.</p>
        <p rend="indent">About 200–250 casualties were treated here. We had few supplies 
as we had brought from <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> only what we could carry in our 
haversacks. The men's field dressings were used and a jar of cognac 
in the shed provided effective treatment for shock. Captain Rhodes 
of the Mortar Platoon did good work directing the wounded to our 
RAP and later assisted them on their way to the ADS….</p>
        <p rend="indent">The RAP was actually in a very bad position. It was on a corner 
only 100 yards from an ammunition dump which received a direct 
hit … [next morning] and enemy planes returned at intervals to 
strafe the area. In addition, an Australian gun was sited nearby and attracted enemy fire. There were no <name key="name-027417" type="organisation">Red Cross</name> flags available, 
these having been lost in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>. We had no stretchers and very 
bad cases had to be carried away on doors taken from the building.</p>
        <p rend="indent">There were some German paratroopers amongst the wounded 
and also some PW's who had been sent back by the forward troops. 
When their own planes came over these Germans dived into a ditch 
and were in no hurry to come out. Finally, under threat from one 
of their own Lugers they were made to hold up swastika flags or 
put them on their shoulders and stand out in the open. This measure 
successfully protected the RAP post.</p>
        <p rend="indent">With Private Boyce I maintained the RAP throughout the night 
of 22–23 May and until late in the following afternoon. Wounded 
were coming in all the time from not only the 20th but also from the 
<name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name> and other 5th Bde units. After the forward troops 
had withdrawn the 5th Bde officer advised me to go back and try to 
locate my own unit. We waited till we saw Bruce Mark away on an 
Aussie truck and then Ernie Boyce and I made our way back under 
cover towards <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>. A few stragglers joined us and on the way 
we were badly strafed, Ernie Boyce being severely wounded. I 
patched him up and also some of the others, hailed a passing truck, 
and asked the driver to take the wounded back to 42nd Street where 
there was a hospital.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Arriving back at the Battalion I reported to the RSM who shouted 
for me out of a bottle of rum. In the unit [area] there were some 
light casualties requiring treatment and many cases of dysentery, 
probably caused by the bad water, tinned food, and lack of fresh
<pb xml:id="n127" n="127"/>
vegetables. The grapes were finished and there were only a few 
oranges to be had. No First Aid stores had been received in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> 
and after <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> there was not much left. We had severe air raids 
but casualties were surprisingly light.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Members of the signals platoon, in the absence of equipment, 
helped to maintain communications by runner. When 10 Brigade was formed under <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name>'s command, some 
of the platoon were attached to the new unit. As wire and 
'phones were in short supply, most messages had to be sent by 
motor-cyclists or runners. On 20 May the signallers maintained 
the exchange although all lines had received a thorough pounding from the air. About 4 p.m. a Greek officer with an interpreter came in with the news that their battalion, which had 
been holding the line in front of the exchange, had been forced 
to withdraw. Shortly afterwards two enemy fight machine guns 
opened up but about 5 p.m. the <name key="name-001158" type="organisation">Divisional Cavalry</name> came up 
and drove the enemy back. Maintaining the exchange at this 
stage was of vital importance, and for his coolness in doing so and for repeatedly repairing lines under fire Private Poole<note xml:id="fn1-127" n="40"><p>2 Lt H. C. Poole, MM; Ripponvale, Cromwell; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1917-12-16">16 Dec 1917</date>;
grocer; p.w. <date when="1941-05">May 1941</date>; escaped; safe in Egypt, <date when="1941-08">Aug 1941</date>.</p></note> was 
awarded the Military Medal.</p>
        <p rend="indent">There were many acts of personal gallantry on the night of 
21-22 May but only a few typical cases can be quoted. WO II 
<name key="name-009403" type="person">Grooby</name><note xml:id="fn2-127" n="41"><p><name key="name-009403" type="person">WO II H. L. Grooby</name>, m.i.d.; born Westport, <date when="1907-05-23">23 May 1907</date>; hardware merchant; killed in action <date when="1941-12-01">1 Dec 1941</date>.</p></note> of C Company commanded a platoon throughout the 
attack with conspicuous gallantry and leadership. At one stage 
near <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> he personally commanded the withdrawal of a 
stretcher party and when attacked by four Germans killed two; 
the others fled. Lance-Sergeant Kirk in the leading C Company 
platoon fought his way forward resolutely, repeatedly rushing 
and destroying machine-gun posts. In the same company Corporals McKegney and Vincent led their sections with coolness and determination to capture buildings and machine-gun 
posts, while Corporal Grattan,<note xml:id="fn3-127" n="42"><p>2 Lt O. T. Grattan; <name key="name-008318" type="place">Napier</name>; born Taumarunui, <date when="1912-07-27">27 Jul 1912</date>; civil servant;
wounded <date when="1941-05-22">22 May 1941</date>.</p></note> acting as platoon sergeant, led 
his men to the edge of the aerodrome and, after being wounded, 
walked to rejoin his unit at <name key="name-004697" type="place">Sfakia</name>. WO II <name key="name-009386" type="person">Goodall</name><note xml:id="fn4-127" n="43"><p><name key="name-009386" type="person">WO II R. W. Goodall</name>; <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>; born <name key="name-120100" type="place">Motueka</name>, <date when="1910-02-23">23 Feb 1910</date>; labourer.</p></note> 
of D Com-
<pb xml:id="n128" n="128"/>
pany dragged a wounded man to cover off the open ground on 
the right flank near the aerodrome, and at the withdrawal 
carried him out. Sergeant Ian Lang<note xml:id="fn1-128" n="44"><p><name key="name-009506" type="person">Sgt I. Lang</name>; born NZ <date when="1910-03-01">1 Mar 1910</date>; storekeeper; wounded <date when="1941-05">May 1941</date>; died
of wounds <date when="1941-11-30">30 Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> of the same company, 
whose feet had been badly burned in a tent fire in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, went 
into the attack wearing sandshoes and later commanded a 
platoon. It was a purely infantry affair, another Inkerman, 
where the momentum of the advance was maintained as much 
by the initiative and fighting spirit of the men in the ranks as 
by the leadership of commanders.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Next day the survivors had time to reflect. The battalion had 
suffered heavy casualties but the Germans' losses had been much 
heavier. Many of the enemy encountered in the houses were 
unprepared for a night attack. Some were without trousers; 
others had no boots on; one paratrooper captured by a C Company runner was wearing only his identity discs. The enemy 
troops were nonplussed in the dark, but in daylight and under 
officers and NCOs it was a different matter. With the coming 
of dawn the whole situation changed rapidly for the worse. 
Darkness had at least given the attackers the advantage of an unobserved approach before contact with the enemy was made. 
Enemy fire was wild and the element of surprise was a powerful 
factor in the success of the advance. After daybreak the attackers not only lost the valuable cover of darkness and the advantage of surprise but, both on the right flank where they were 
emerging on to clear ground and in the centre where they were 
encountering strongly defended posts in houses, their casualties 
rapidly mounted as enemy fire became heavier and better 
directed. In addition, whenever the troops attempted to move 
they were mercilessly strafed by the <name key="name-000868" type="organisation">Luftwaffe</name>, which had complete command of the air, so that the attack gradually lost 
momentum and the troops went to ground.</p>
        <p rend="indent">In the words of Captain Upham: ‘With another hour we 
could have reached the far side of the 'drome.’ But the precious 
hour, and more, had been lost before the attack began, and the 
grim fighting throughout the approach to the aerodrome imposed further delays that sealed the fate of the battle.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The position on 23 May is quoted from 4 Brigade's report on the operations in <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>:</p>
        <pb xml:id="n129" n="129"/>
        <p rend="indent">During the afternoon of 23 May, NZ Div issued instructions that 
the Bde was to take up a defensive posn running north and south 
through <hi rend="sc">galatos</hi> and joining up on the left with 19 Aust Bde. 
5 Inf Bde was to withdraw through this posn during the early hours 
of 24 May.</p>
        <p rend="indent">10 Inf Bde … was placed under command 4 Inf Bde…. 
Shortly after midnight 23-24 May, 20 Bn reverted to command 
4 Inf Bde … and were placed in reserve … with the primary 
task of CA [counter-attack] in the <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Bn</name> area….</p>
        <p rend="indent">5 Inf Bde withdrew through <name key="name-002001" type="organisation">18 Bn</name> FDLs [forward defended 
localities] after midnight 23-24 May and went into Div res[erve] in 
area about <hi rend="sc">aptera</hi> … [just west of the junction of the coast and 
Prison valley roads].</p>
        <p rend="indent">By 0500 hrs 24 May units were in posn. <name key="name-002001" type="organisation">18 Bn</name> took over Comp 
Bn front from the sea to <hi rend="sc">wheat hill</hi> [coming under command of 
10 Brigade], while the Div Cav and det[achment] Div Pet Coy … 
and the <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Bn</name> remained in their original posns.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Comp Bn (less det Div Pet Coy) took up supporting posn 
on the ridge running north from <hi rend="sc">galatos</hi>. A detachment of 6/ 
Greeks, some 370 strong under command 10 Inf Bde, were held in 
reserve at <hi rend="sc">galatos</hi>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Lieutenant-Colonel Burrows again takes up the story:</p>
        <p rend="indent">Bde HQ were in our area and we again became reserve battalion. 
[The positions were just east of the <name key="name-000991" type="place">Karatsos</name> road: Headquarters 
Company across the coast road overlooked the beach, A Company 
held the <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> turn-off, and C, B, and D Companies formed a 
semi-circle to the south.] We had no tools to dig in of course and 
the men had to take advantage of any natural cover…. Nothing 
much happened to us that day. Col. Kipp's bde was getting most 
of the fighting at Galatos. We had a nasty plane blitz in the morning. They dropped one of their really heavy bombs in our area which 
made a hole like a volcanic crater…. I saw Col. Kipp 
during the day and learned from him what he wanted the Bn to do 
in case we were sent up to him to help in a counter-attack…. 
His brigade had done a lot of fighting with the Germans who had 
originally landed in the area SW of Galatos but now this force was 
able to combine with the Germans coming East from <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name>.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Sunday, 25 May, was critical. All morning there were constant air attacks and steadily increasing machine-gun and mortar fire. When enemy troops were seen massing in front of 
18 Battalion's positions B, C, and D Companies of the 20th, 
organised into two companies under Captain Fountaine and 
Lieutenant O'Callaghan,<note xml:id="fn1-129" n="45"><p>Lt M. G. O'Callaghan; born <name key="name-120018" type="place">Hamilton</name>, <date when="1917-01-31">31 Jan 1917</date>; law student; killed in action <date when="1941-05-25">25 May 1941</date>.</p></note> were sent up to 10 Brigade by 
<name key="name-208314" type="person">Brigadier Inglis</name> and placed in a reserve position in the olive
<pb xml:id="n130" n="130"/>
trees north of <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>. The enemy was coming along the beach 
and, if 18 Battalion was beaten back, it might be possible to 
attack north and drive the enemy into the sea. Early in the 
afternoon these companies were very heavily bombed and 
machine-gunned in a four-hour blitz. At one stage there was an 
alarm that paratroops had landed in the hospital area. Colonel 
Burrows, with an Italian camouflaged groundsheet flapping 
behind him, ran over with Sergeant Sullivan to investigate. 
Later, the Bren platoon under Lieutenant Green was sent out 
on a patrol of the area but no paratroops were discovered.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Between 4 and 6 p.m. the Germans dive-bombed the 18 Battalion positions and put in a heavy infantry attack. That 
battalion's right-hand company was overwhelmed and a 
counter-attack by its Headquarters Company failed to restore 
the situation. By 5 p.m. <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> decided he 
could not wait to counter-attack but must use the 20 Battalion 
companies to try to hold the line.</p>
        <p rend="indent"><name key="name-208411" type="person">Kippenberger</name> ordered Fountaine and O'Callaghan to take 
their companies and occupy positions along <name key="name-004652" type="place">Ruin Ridge</name>, a 
support position that could be seen from his headquarters in 
the EFI building, sometimes called ‘The Blockhouse’. This 
ridge had previously been held by the Composite Battalion, 
which was beginning to withdraw.</p>
        <p>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba130a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba130a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba130a-g"/>
            <head>
              <hi rend="sc">galatas, 7 p.m., <date when="1941-05-25">25 may 1941</date></hi>
            </head>
            <figDesc>Black and white map of army positions</figDesc>
          </figure>
        </p>
        <pb xml:id="n131" n="131"/>
        <p rend="indent">The companies moved off and within a quarter of an hour a 
steady crackle of rifle and Bren-gun fire broke out and continued till an hour before dark. By this time casualties were 
heavy and the position looked grave. C, B, and D Companies 
lay in that order north from <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>. When the enemy broke 
through between the town and <name key="name-004652" type="place">Ruin Ridge</name>, C Company at one 
stage was fired on from behind. Lieutenant Upham's platoon 
was heavily engaged from the outset. While his men stopped 
under a ridge, Upham crawled forward, observed the enemy, 
and brought his platoon forward as the Germans advanced. 
The platoon killed over forty with fire and grenades and forced 
the remainder to fall back. Just at dusk the enemy attacked 
determinedly in an attempt to capture <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>. There was a 
danger of the 20th being cut off, and <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> 
sent four runners to find the two company commanders with 
orders to withdraw towards A Company, which had come up 
during the afternoon and was manning the line of a ravine a 
little to the east.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Private Cliff <name key="name-009332" type="person">Ewing</name><note xml:id="fn1-131" n="46"><p><name key="name-009332" type="person">Pte C. J. Ewing</name>; Borton's, <name key="name-120134" type="place">Oamaru</name>; born Wanaka, <date when="1916-04-10">10 Apr 1916</date>; farmer;
wounded and p.w. <date when="1941-11-28">28 Nov 1941</date>.</p></note> of D Company describes his work as 
company runner in this action:</p>
        <p rend="indent">We went forward through grape vines to our position on the 
crest of a hill behind a stone wall. When in position Lt O'Callaghan 
sent me back to <name key="name-208411" type="person">Col Kippenberger</name> to tell him he had taken over 
the position and everything was in hand. The Germans' fire by now 
was terrific; I sprinted the whole distance, taking advantage of any 
cover. <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> was calmly standing on the hill crest 
smoking his pipe, talking to some officers. By this time the Germans 
had broken through on our left and were charging through a crop 
of oats, yelling ‘Hock Heil’, etc. I gave <name key="name-208411" type="person">Col Kippenberger</name> my order 
from Lt O'Callaghan to which he replied, ‘Go back as quickly as 
you can and tell Lt O'Callaghan to watch the position very carefully 
and to withdraw to the road and back to a burning house.’ He 
warned me to be careful as the enemy had broken through.</p>
        <p rend="indent">I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. On my left a crowd of 
Germans were squatting in the oats, spraying bullets about. Others 
were setting machine guns on tripods. I hugged a stone wall and 
when level with them I sprinted on. When I reached the bottom 
of the gully enemy were poking about among the trees and some by 
a wall on my left. I could hear them talking. I dashed across the 
track, hurdled a stone wall, and raced up a grape-vine slope to meet 
Lt O'Callaghan a short distance below the Coy. I gave him the
<pb xml:id="n132" n="132"/>
orders. He said, ‘Go up and tell Lt Maxwell to withdraw at once 
down the valley.’ He turned and started to trot down the slope 
where I had come from. I called to him, ‘Mike, don't go down there; 
there was a crowd of Huns there when I came through.’ He said, 
‘I'm going down to have a look and will collect the left flank Coys.’ 
I again warned him. Machine-gun fire was intense. I gave Lt Maxwell the orders. When withdrawing down the slope a C Coy boy 
said to me, ‘Your officer got it just after you left him. I saw it.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Captain Fountaine commanded C Company in a cool and 
skilful manner. Many of his company, including sections commanded by Corporals Vincent and McKegney, had to fight 
their way out. McKegney, though already severely wounded 
in a hand and leg, later took part in the counter-attack that 
night. When ordered to withdraw Upham sent his platoon 
back under Lance-Sergeant Kirk and went back to warn other 
troops that they were being cut off. When he came out himself he was fired on by two Germans. He fell and shammed 
dead, then, crawling into a position and having the use of only 
one arm, he rested his rifle in the fork of a tree and killed both 
Germans as they came forward. The second actually hit the 
muzzle of the rifle as he fell. When his company was outflanked 
Sergeant Kirk organised a party and led a counter-attack 
which was completely successful, forty-four Germans being 
accounted for. Being then separated from the company, he and 
his party later joined in the counter-attack into <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>, disposed of a large number of the enemy, and remained on the 
outskirts of the village until 5.30 next morning. Finding that 
all other troops had withdrawn some hours before, he skilfully 
led out his party and rejoined his unit.</p>
        <p rend="indent">For his part in this action and in the counter-attack at <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> 
Kirk was awarded the DCM. No higher praise could be given 
him than that of his platoon officer, Lieutenant Upham:</p>
        <p rend="indent">During the whole of the fighting on <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> concerning C Company 
… Lance-Sergeant Kirk behaved as I have never seen a soldier 
behave since. He was the really superb fighting man because of his 
wonderful bodily strength and fitness and he certainly did the work 
of many men. A crack shot, he always carried a Bren gun and used 
it with deadly effect, and was one of the few who could fire it 
accurately at close range like a tommy gun. I personally saw him 
kill a number of Germans at long range and at close quarters. His 
reputation in the platoon was such that everyone carried ammunition especially for Dave. He really enjoyed the whole fight.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n133" n="133"/>
        <p rend="indent">While the 20th was fighting on <name key="name-004652" type="place">Ruin Ridge</name> there was a 
constant stream of stragglers from various units passing back 
along the road from <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>. <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name>, the RSM 
of the 18th, Sergeant Sullivan and Captain Washbourn 
attempted to stem the tide with varying success. Those who 
responded were ordered to line a ridge west of <name key="name-000991" type="place">Karatsos</name> north 
of a white church to cover the right flank of <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name>. The 
Greeks attempted a charge while the 18th were being rallied 
but wilted in the face of a withering fire.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Sergeant Johnston, 20 Battalion's orderly-room sergeant, and 
a platoon of B Company assisted the Greeks in this attack. The 
sergeant had led his platoon determinedly at <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> and did 
so again on this occasion. At one stage he was wounded in the 
foot when attacking a group of enemy in a gully. The leading 
German had advanced with his hands up and the second had 
thrown a stick bomb. Though in considerable pain, Johnston 
led his men to the attack and remained with the platoon until 
he was evacuated by hospital truck that evening.</p>
        <p rend="indent"><name key="name-208314" type="person">Brigadier Inglis</name> in the meantime had sent up all available 
reinforcements to the commander of 10 Brigade, who set to 
work to build a new line. The first to arrive was 4 Brigade 
Band, which was put to line a stone wall 100 yards in front of 
10 Brigade Headquarters. The pioneer platoon of the 20th and 
the <name key="name-011310" type="organisation">Kiwi Concert Party</name> prolonged the band's right. Twenty-third Battalion had taken the place of the 20th as divisional 
reserve, and its A Company extended the line towards the sea. 
The two companies of the 20th withdrawn from <name key="name-004652" type="place">Ruin Ridge</name> 
prolonged the 23 Battalion company's right. A Company of 
the 20th was in behind the other two. Parts of the line were 
thinly held. Privates <name key="name-009682" type="person">Ross</name><note xml:id="fn1-133" n="47"><p><name key="name-009682" type="person">Pte F. G. Ross</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>, <date when="1904-06-15">15 Jun 1904</date>; caretaker. Ross,
cut off with <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name>'s rear party in <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name>, had made his way on
foot in civilian clothes, and later in Greek uniform, down through German-occupied <name key="name-002294" type="place">Greece</name> and across by boat to Crete.</p></note> and Cousins, <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name>'s driver and batman, manned a wall thirty yards long between two companies and kept up a steady fire. Cousins was later 
sent on a message and Ross continued to man the wall alone.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Headquarters Company of the 20th under Lieutenants Bain 
and Green had been told to join 18 Battalion on <name key="name-000991" type="place">Karatsos</name> 
ridge. Tremendously heavy rifle fire came from both sides and 
there was a continual roar from the enemy's mortars. Evidently 
the enemy was making a supreme effort to take <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> before 
nightfall. Two tanks from <name key="name-009214" type="organisation">3 Hussars</name> under Lieutenant Farran
<pb xml:id="n134" n="134"/>
were sent to investigate and on returning reported that the 
town was ‘stiff with Jerries’. Two companies of 23 Battalion 
had arrived and, led by the two tanks and with Headquarters 
Company of the 20th and a small group of 18 Battalion under 
Lieutenant-Colonel Gray, were ordered by <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> to counter-attack and retake <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> in a last desperate 
throw to retrieve the situation.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Sergeant Kimber of the Bren platoon relates his experiences 
in the counter-attack:</p>
        <p rend="indent">A bit further along near the fork in the road we met Kip, armed 
with a German tommy gun…. He did not say much to us, but 
one knew by the expression on his face that the situation was very 
grim. Soon after this we left the road and made our way across 
country … [to the CO 18 Battalion, Colonel Gray] personally 
directing operations and undaunted by all the enemy fire … 
going on around him. Col Gray told us smartly that the Jerries 
had occupied the village and that we were to go in with a bayonet 
attack and clear the village…. Owing to enemy action while 
we crossed the open ground our party had been well and truly 
scattered. By the time we reached the starting point … we only 
had a dozen or so men left. One or two had been wounded I know.</p>
        <p rend="indent">As Lt Bain was senior officer he assumed charge of us, and I would 
like to pay tribute … to the determined and gallant manner in 
which he led that bayonet charge and pressed it home. Nothing 
short of a 25-pounder would have stopped him….</p>
        <p rend="indent">At the church we were held up by MG fire, so Lt Bain and about 
half a dozen men went one side [while] Lt Green and six of us went 
to the other side. We were just turning the corner into a narrow 
lane [when] an MG opened up at about 20 yards' range … [killing Lt Green and a machine-gunner, wounding Private Dave <name key="name-009786" type="person">Whitteker</name><note xml:id="fn1-134" n="48"><p><name key="name-009786" type="person">Pte D. N. Whitteker</name>; born <name key="name-120134" type="place">Oamaru</name>, <date when="1919-10-14">14 Oct 1919</date>; painter; died of wounds
<date when="1941-05-26">26 May 1941</date>.</p></note> and a man from 18 Battalion] leaving a Maori boy from the 
18th Bn and myself untouched. We tried desperately to get the 
Bren gun into action but … it simply refused to fire so we smartly 
dumped it into a burning bomb crater…. the MG post was 
quietened and … we eventually got into the village square. Here 
there was some very sharp action and it was not long before we could 
see by the glow from burning bomb craters and buildings the figures 
of Germans going out the back of the village in all directions. The 
German is a good soldier when he has his tanks and planes in 
unlimited numbers with him in the daylight, but he does not relish 
bayonet warfare in the dark, especially with Aussies or New Zealanders.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We gradually worked our way through the village and up a road-
<pb xml:id="n135" n="135"/>
way. Near the end of this road Lt Bain was seriously wounded in 
the leg and could not carry on. Very shortly after this happened the 
village seemed to be ours…. [Then] men were coming back from 
all directions, all saying that we were to withdraw the way we had 
come….</p>
        <p rend="indent">We got Jack Bain down to the main road where a truck could 
reach him… and I returned to see what could be done for Dave 
Whitteker. I found him … seriously wounded … but with the 
help of an <name key="name-002001" type="organisation">18 Bn</name> chap … tied him up as well as we could (it was 
very dark by this time) and started to carry him to the <name key="name-002001" type="organisation">18 Bn</name> RAP. 
… The going was rough, up hill and down, over stone walls. It 
was a very slow job. We tried all ways of carrying him without much 
success, and to add to our difficulties, as we were trying to get him 
over the last wall the Germans put up a flare which threw all its 
light on to us. We expected to get a burst any minute…. As a 
last resort we wrenched the door off a house and converted it into a 
stretcher…. It took us over two hours to reach the RAP….</p>
        <p rend="indent"><name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name> had been retaken and the 23 Battalion companies 
were in position, but the task of regaining the ground lost north 
and south of the village required at least two fresh battalions. 
Only the <name key="name-005118" type="organisation">Maori Battalion</name> was left, but if it had been used it 
would have been impossible to hold a line next day. At a conference at 4 Brigade Headquarters orders were received from 
Division that a new line was to be held east of <name key="name-000991" type="place">Karatsos</name>, running north and south, with 5 Brigade on the right and 19 Australian Infantry Brigade on the left. A Company of 20 Battalion 
was attached to 21 Battalion and the rest of the 20th withdrew 
along the <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> highway over the bridge and moved through 
a ‘hole in the wall’ to an area in olive groves south-west of 
<name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>. Prior to the withdrawal Lieutenant-Colonel Burrows 
had sent Lieutenant McPhail with a platoon of B Company 
down to the beach to stop any Germans from pushing along 
there and getting behind the 20th. When word came to withdraw, two runners sent to find the patrol failed to contact it, 
so vigorously had it pushed forward along the beach. One runner volunteered to stay till dawn and the platoon returned the next day.</p>
        <p rend="indent">During 26 May the 20th rested in a ditch under the olive trees 
with the usual machine-gunning from planes ‘which buzzed 
about like bees all day’. Although the men were very weary not 
many could sleep when they tried and few had the energy even 
to smoke. On this day the Germans systematically bombed
<pb xml:id="n136" n="136"/>
<name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name>, almost razing the town. Fresh enemy forces penetrated 
5 Brigade's right flank and <name key="name-022941" type="organisation">19 Australian Brigade</name> reported 
Germans moving round its left flank. Fourth Brigade's units 
were worn out and could scarcely be called an effective reserve.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Unable to make contact with General Weston of the Mobile 
Naval Base Defence Organisation who was nominally in command of the area, Brigadier Puttick decided to shorten the line 
by withdrawing his troops to a defensive position at the head 
of <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name> on a general north and south line running through 
Khristos and Tsikalaria to <name key="name-002869" type="place">Ay Marina</name>. This line, called 42nd 
Street, was named after a British engineer unit which had 
worked there before the invasion.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Twentieth Battalion, less A Company, marched all night, 
passed through battered <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name> and reached <name key="name-001361" type="place">Stilos</name> at dawn. 
Though hidden again in olive groves, the troops were spotted 
by planes and heavily attacked late in the afternoon—‘the most 
intense and systematic blitzing that I saw anywhere’, one 
observer describes it. The attack, directed mainly against an 
Australian supply dump from which the men had replenished 
their rations, lasted about an hour. Incendiary bullets set fire 
to the dry grass and olive trees, and several trucks and a petrol 
dump went up in flames. Miraculously, 4 Brigade had only one 
casualty.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Meanwhile, 5 Brigade had established a line along 42nd 
Street, about a mile west of <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name> township. A composite force 
of <name key="name-022988" type="organisation">1 Welch Regiment</name>, <name key="name-003180" type="organisation">Northumberland Hussars</name>, and <name key="name-009220" type="organisation">1 Rangers</name> 
went forward to cover the withdrawal. It came into action 
about 5.30 a.m. on 27 May and two hours later had been 
driven back with heavy casualties. Throughout the day various 
parties of enemy troops were observed moving up on the left 
flank out of range. It soon became apparent that there were 
not enough troops to hold the German advance on the <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> 
front and that withdrawal to the south coast was inevitable. 
Sufficient reinforcements and supplies could not be transported 
from Egypt, and, after full consideration of the situation on 
<name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name>, General Wavell decided that the island would have to 
be abandoned. On the same day preparations were made to 
evacuate the garrison and instructions were issued to the New 
Zealand Division to provide an anti-paratroop force on the 
plain of <name key="name-028760" type="place">Askifou</name> and a flank guard on the <name key="name-000864" type="place">Georgeoupolis</name> road.</p>
        <pb xml:id="n137" n="137"/>
        <p rend="indent">In the evening <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name>, who had returned to 
the 20th after the disintegration of 10 Brigade, assembled the 
men and told them of the intention to evacuate the forces on 
Crete. There was a hard march ahead but they would halt ten 
minutes to every clock hour. He would lead the march, and he 
stressed the need for rigid march discipline and the absolute 
necessity for seeing that each man was wakened after the hourly 
halts.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Many of the men were almost physically exhausted. Apart 
from the fighting at <name key="name-004213" type="place">Maleme</name> and <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>, the troops had been 
so harassed by day by enemy planes that they had had little rest. 
By night they had usually been on the move. This lack of sleep 
was particularly hard on commanders, who often covered huge 
extra distances on foot, inspecting troops and attending conferences.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The need for regular rests had been shown during the previous night's continuous trek to <name key="name-001361" type="place">Stilos</name> when men had been forced 
to drop out, some arriving the next day. In many cases unsuitable footwear was the cause of the trouble. New Zealand boots 
were unprocurable on <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> and replacements, which were of a 
narrower type originally intended for Indian troops, caused 
many sore and blistered feet.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Sergeant Borthwick's diary describes the next four days:</p>
        <p rend="indent">Tuesday 27 May: On the move at <date when="2030">2030</date> hrs with a good step. A 
lot of stragglers with no arms and good to see the 4th Bde in formation and all with a rifle. Congestion on the road and we seemed to 
be held up by the same truck time and again…. Some chaps 
had no water bottles and some begged water from those that had 
bottles. At one stage our column was overtaken and passed by three 
hatless Australians who were singing in great heart as they passed 
us … ‘When there isn't a girl about you do feel lonely.’ Can 
safely say our spirits improved after this incident. A feature of the 
night march was the stout-hearted singing of Cpl L. G. Smith of 
the RAP…. Col Burrows also sang….</p>
        <p rend="indent">Private George <name key="name-009678" type="person">Robson</name><note xml:id="fn1-137" n="49"><p><name key="name-009678" type="person">WO II G. D. Robson</name>; <name key="name-036071" type="place">Invercargill</name>; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1907-10-04">4 Oct 1907</date>; postman.</p></note> 
of the signals platoon relates how 
‘Men of C Company sang for an hour on end and gave vent to 
their irrepressible humour by mimicking a Cockney Marine 
who called repeatedly and plaintively for an elusive “Major 
'Oont.”’</p>
        <pb xml:id="n138" n="138"/>
        <p rend="indent">At this stage Sergeant Kimber, who had linked up with 
18 Battalion after the withdrawal from <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>, found his mates 
again. ‘About 10 p.m.,’ he says, ‘we were halting on the side 
of the road for a spell when along came the 20 Bn with Kip 
marching under extreme difficulties at the head of them [he 
had sprained his ankle badly on the morning of 20 May]. It 
was really good to see a unit still under perfect control, retiring 
in an orderly and well organised manner, thanks to Kip's good 
discipline (<hi rend="i">no rabble or rafferty rules about this outfit</hi>). For days past 
one had become used to seeing a rabble of panic stricken men 
making their way to the beach…. I might say that I smartly 
paid my respects to the CO <name key="name-002001" type="organisation">18 Bn</name> and rejoined the 20 Bn. It 
was good to be home again.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">But let Sergeant Borthwick continue the story of the march:</p>
        <p rend="indent">Wednesday 28 May: As the night wore on we seemed to strike a 
lot of uphill going. More congestion. Everybody short of water. 
… When we halted chaps just slept in their tracks and once I 
think we all slept for about half an hour. Marched till daylight…. 
All utterly exhausted and just pulled off the road and slept. Took 
our boots off. No sooner asleep than it seemed we came awake again. 
I could not swallow biscuits but ate some tinned beetroot. Harold 
<name key="name-009674" type="person">Roberts</name><note xml:id="fn1-138" n="50"><p><name key="name-009674" type="person">Cpl H. D. Roberts</name>; Fairlie; born <name key="name-427361" type="place">Sheffield</name>, <date when="1907-10-21">21 Oct 1907</date>; agricultural contractor.</p></note> went off with our water bottles…. Filled them at a 
well where might was right.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On the move at 1000 hrs. To go to <name key="name-000604" type="place">Askifou Plain</name> in an anti-parachutist role. Left the road to avoid strafing and taken [by a 
‘short cut’] over a mountain pass. Hard going, especially up the 
last ridge. One or two dropped out with exhaustion. After the stiff 
pull up everybody thirsty and the sight of a well in the plain below 
very welcome. A very steep face to descend to the plain and took 
one and a half hours to get down. After a good drink went well on 
flat ground…. Moved into a village and slept outside on some 
concrete with no blanket…. Other chaps left behind on the 
mountain with bad feet, etc., straggled in.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Thursday 29 May: Up at daylight and moved two miles nearer 
the coast to a defensive position…. Halted in a narrow gully 
where some trucks had been wrecked…. lay low under cover of 
trees all day…. Everybody short of water. Thirty enemy planes 
over about <date when="1900">1900</date> hrs.</p>
        <p rend="indent">While the battalion was disposed about the <name key="name-000604" type="place">Askifou Plain</name> 
A Company, which had been attached to 21 Battalion in the
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line at <name key="name-004798" type="place">Suda</name>, caught up. Captain Washbourn describes the company's experiences:</p>
        <p rend="indent">When we withdrew from the crossroads [north-east of <name key="name-002045" type="place">Galatas</name>] 
the company was sent on attachment to <name key="name-001169" type="organisation">21 Bn</name> and strengthened with 
the Transport Platoon of <name key="name-001171" type="organisation">23 Bn</name>. The withdrawal was only a short 
one to the old positions held by the Battalion prior to the invasion, 
this time, however, on the other side of the road. A quiet day and 
at night the company acted as rear guard for the Div Cav and <name key="name-001169" type="organisation">21 Bn</name>. 
I kept a section back to check all through, but owing to a hold-up in 
the Div Cav who were looking for one of their sections we were 
late getting to the rendezvous point at the POW cage. There was 
no map and after marching speedily to the stream behind the original 
Bn HQ area outside <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> I met two tanks, also lost. As I had no 
idea of the way out to <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name> by [way of] <name key="name-000735" type="place">Canea</name> I decided to 
make our way back by the track used when we first arrived in Crete. 
This was no use to the tanks as they could not cross the river. However, they followed with us for a while and were left at the ford.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Then came the long and hasty march to <name key="name-001363" type="place">Suda Bay</name>. At one stage 
we ran into the B Echelon of the <name key="name-024428" type="organisation">Welch Regiment</name> and they directed 
us on our way. The rest of the company was finally contacted again 
at 42nd Street.</p>
        <p rend="indent">We dug slitties under the olive trees and were ready in a defensive 
position … just after dawn [27 May]—the left flank being the 
Maoris. About 0930 some enemy were seen at a dump of Marine 
equipment among the olive groves, approximately 200 yards to the 
west of the sunken road. The Maoris immediately went into the 
road and commenced a haka and then went off to the attack, 
together with 7 and 8 Platoons of A Company.</p>
        <p rend="indent">According to Private Jack Sheppard, whose section was 
alongside a Maori platoon when the Germans advanced, the 
Maoris began muttering and shouting and jumping with excitement. One, according to Sheppard, jumped a bit higher than 
the rest, right on to the bank, and, as if this was a signal, all 
the Maoris did likewise. Down the hill they went, followed, 
without orders from their officers, by some of A Company. In 
this attack Private ‘Mac’ West, <note xml:id="fn1-139" n="51"><p><name key="name-009782" type="person">Sgt A. McM. West</name>, MM; Wanaka; born <name key="name-007584" type="place">Christchurch</name>, <date when="1914-12-17">17 Dec 1914</date>; bushman;
wounded <date when="1941-05">May 1941</date>.</p></note> although seriously wounded, 
carried on with a pistol until the attack was completed.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The men eventually returned about an hour later [Washbourn 
continues]. The rest of the day was quiet except for long range 
machine-gun fire, apparently on fixed lines as it all hit the west side 
of the road. Columns were noticed going up the steep hill well to the
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left flank, but owing to the distance could not be identified…. 
That night another withdrawal through the Maori rearguard to 
Stylos and at 0800 hrs [28 May] we were sent up the hill to the 
west of the village to a position on the left of <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Battalion</name>. About 
1000 hrs an attack was made on <name key="name-001167" type="organisation">19 Bn</name>—who were assisted by fire 
from the company…. At 1030 hrs the 19th began retiring and 
for a long quarter of an hour I awaited orders which came by runner. 
We then returned to the village and followed the [19th] Bn along 
the road covered by two tanks…. Our next stop was at dawn 
the following day at a village just over the top of the hill in <name key="name-028760" type="place">Askifou</name> 
Plain where we rested until <date when="1630">1630</date> hrs. Just as we left mortars opened 
up on the top of the hill but no enemy was seen. On the other side 
of the plain I was called by Col Burrows … and I then rejoined 
the Bn, moving with them to the wadi near the beach.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Private West, whose part in the bayonet charge at 42nd 
Street has already been briefly mentioned, tells how he was 
carried away by the excitement of the charge. He writes:</p>
        <p rend="indent">On arriving at a sunken roadway I was busily peering ahead trying 
to see what chaps on all sides of me seemed to be able to see, namely, 
Germans lying tucked in behind most of the olive trees. In fact 
alongside me on our right a Maori was terrifically eager to be up and 
at 'em and brandished his rifle in an endeavour to keep from rushing 
forward. The excitement was intense and I spotted Germans thirty 
yards away.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Some semblance of control was being attempted, but someone kept 
shouting ‘Charge! Let 'em have it!’ etc. and we all leaped out of 
the sunken roadway and blazed our way straight through, leaving 
dead Germans lying everywhere.</p>
        <p rend="indent">I distinctly heard Peter Markham's voice shouting ‘All back 
A Coy!’ but I'm afraid I just had to keep going. I had grabbed up 
a Bren gun from a wounded Maori, but the thing would only fire 
single rounds. As I was shooting from the hip I was very annoyed 
and chucked it down and hurried on shooting at various Germans 
with a luger.</p>
        <p rend="indent">It was then I was hit in the thigh, nothing much, but the sight of 
blood made me curious, and as the others seemed to be getting 
ahead of me I decided to cut off my trouser leg and put on a bandage. 
I carried on a little further. Dead Germans seemed to be the order 
of the day. Soon I came across a wounded New Zealand officer 
lying propped up and with him was a fat Maori sergeant bleeding 
from a gunshot wound right through his buttock. I took his first aid 
package from his pocket and bandaged him up. The officer told 
me to walk back as he was sure the attack had been successful. 
On the way back I was amused to meet some Kiwis whose job it 
appeared was to count the dead Germans. Most of these, they 
stated, had been shot in the head. I distinctly remember Germans
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jumping up and running away, forgetting to surrender, and being 
shot as they ran.</p>
        <p rend="indent">On returning to A Coy I discovered that they had been held 
back and had missed out on the assault. Here I discovered some raw 
eggs and a tin of beetroot. The others couldn't understand how I 
could relish such a mixture. I was then told I would have to make 
my way to an RAP.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Meanwhile the battalion spent the day under cover and the 
troops rested in readiness for a further move after dark.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Orders to move at <date when="1945">1945</date> hrs [Sergeant Borthwick's diary for 
29 May continues]. Moved off and ran into bad road blocks…. 
During a prolonged hold-up a curious incident occurred. Most of 
our troops were asleep on the road when something happened at 
the head of the column. What it was nobody seems to know; some 
thought a Bren [carrier] had run amok or we were being run over 
by tanks. Anyway this sort of panic spread right through our column 
and everybody just flung themselves off the road in great haste…. 
At last we got under way again and passed a good number of troops 
lined up on the side of the road. Some abusive remarks from them. 
Did some uphill work and pretty rocky. Climbed up off the road 
and ended up in a position on a mountain brow overlooking the 
beach.</p>
        <p rend="indent">By this time the effort to keep going was perhaps greater than 
that needed when in actual contact with the enemy. The 
excitement of a battle can rouse tired men to superhuman 
efforts for a short time, but the ability to hang on and march 
night after night with little chance of sleep by day and less food 
and water requires a different quality of stamina. <hi rend="i">Esprit de corps</hi> 
is a cliché but it counted at this stage.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Illustrating this, <name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> relates an incident 
regarding the battalion chaplain, Padre Spence. The CO had 
been standing by the side of the road watching the men trudge 
wearily to their dispersal areas at a halt. As the Padre came 
along the Colonel noticed that he was carrying several water 
bottles, which at the time were scarce.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The Colonel remarked, ‘I see you are well equipped with 
water bottles, Padre.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">‘Oh, yes,’ came the reply, ‘I just carry one or two in case any 
of the boys are short.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">It was then that the CO noticed that the Padre's lips were 
parched and cracked. He had evidently not had a drink for a
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long time. In the Colonel's words, ‘It was the most Christ-like 
thing I think I ever saw.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Another far-sighted soldier had also anticipated the importance of water when the CO explained the nature of the march 
that lay ahead when the battalion formed up at <name key="name-001361" type="place">Stilos</name>. ‘Pop’ 
Lynch promptly obtained a valise into which he packed a full 
two-gallon tin of water. Many a man had reason to be thankful 
to him.</p>
        <p>
          <figure xml:id="WH2-20Ba142a">
            <graphic url="WH2-20Ba142a.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="WH2-20Ba142a-g"/>
            <head>
              <hi rend="sc">c company action with enemy patrol,
‘rhododendron valley’, sfakia</hi>
            </head>
            <figDesc>Black and white map of a battle field</figDesc>
          </figure>
        </p>
        <p rend="indent">After a few hours' rest the battalion left the formed road and 
moved down a very steep and winding track to a ravine in 
which rhododendrons were growing—Rhododendron valley— 
halting close to a cave which housed Force Headquarters. Here 
the CO learned that the embarkation plan allowed for only 
230 men from each of the 4 Brigade battalions and the Maori
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Battalion to be embarked that night. Not counting the Kiwi 
Concert Party and 4 Brigade Band, that still left forty of the 
20th to stay. While he was considering the position firing broke 
out in the ravine. Fifth Brigade's rearguard was six miles away 
and these shots, ‘right at our back door’, were strange. Evidently a large enemy patrol had pushed through or round the 
covering force almost to the beach, where it began to shoot at 
everything, hoping to create panic. <name key="name-208314" type="person">Brigadier Inglis</name> placed 
B Company of the 18th on the eastern side of the ravine, while 
<name key="name-208411" type="person">Colonel Kippenberger</name> called to Captain Washbourn to take 
his company up the bed of the ravine and to Captain Fountaine 
to send C Company up the cliffs to the western side. The 
account of the final sortie is given by Corporal Vincent of 
C Company:</p>
        <p rend="indent">The going was hard and the men were very tired, but, led by 
Lt Upham, they toiled up the steep slope until they observed Germans running between rhododendron bushes in the bed of the ravine 
which was otherwise devoid of cover. A party under Sergeant-Major Grooby were disposed along the side of the ravine while the 
leading group climbed about ½ mile to head off the enemy who 
were soon accounted for. The sides of the ravine were so steep that 
one man … had to be held by the legs so that he could lean over 
far enough to fire with his Bren. When all the enemy to be seen 
had been dealt with the men returned to the mouth of the ravine 
where they were told that some of the company would not be taken 
off that night.<note xml:id="fn1-143" n="52"><p>About twenty Germans were killed by Upham's party. For this exploit, and for
his part in the battles of the last few days, Upham was awarded his first VC.</p></note></p>
        <p rend="indent">Volunteers were then called for to stay with the rear party. 
In C Company the NCOs insisted on remaining and the rest, ‘after much argument’, were chosen by ballot. The other companies made their selections from their volunteers or drew lots. 
Lieutenant-Colonel Burrows, who had been detailed to command the rear party, which was to be known as <name key="name-021724" type="organisation">4 Battalion</name>, 
began to organise the three platoons of which it was composed. 
Those who were to go gave ammunition, food, water, and any 
tobacco they had to those who were to remain.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At this stage [Borthwick's diary records] several fellows who had 
not been with us in the march over the island (they had preferred 
independent movement rather than stick to the unit) now presented 
themselves with as good a face as possible when they heard that 
some of us were being taken off. They just had no show.</p>
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        <p rend="indent">We said cheerio to the chaps staying behind and moved down 
nearer the beach in darkness. We had strict instructions not to let 
anybody break into our formation. Finally we formed a single file 
and Pop Lynch and myself were detailed to scrutinise every man's 
face as they filed past to make sure there were no strangers among us. 
After what seemed an interminable period of waiting [we were] 
taken off in small boats to two destroyers, HMAS <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207145" type="ship">Napier</name></hi> and HMAS 
<hi rend="i"><name key="name-207143" type="ship">Nizam</name></hi>. A great feeling of relief and chaps on the outside seat of the 
small boat were dangling their hands in the water just like kids. It 
did all seem rather miraculous….</p>
        <p rend="indent">Saturday 31 May: …. Once aboard [the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207145" type="ship">Napier</name></hi>] about a dozen of us were looking for a place to go and someone says, ‘Come 
up here boys.’ It was the stoker P.O's mess and they looked after us … right royally. Laid on stew, tea with milk and sugar, bread, 
butter and jam, and cigarettes in abundance. We heard the <name key="name-007278" type="organisation">BBC</name> 
news at 3 a.m. ship's time, and although we were all badly in need 
of sleep not one of us in that Mess went to sleep. We just talked and 
talked.</p>
        <p rend="indent">At 9.5 a.m. came a bombing attack by nine Dorniers. The 
<hi rend="i"><name key="name-207143" type="ship">Nizam</name></hi> disappeared completely from view behind huge columns 
of spray as bombs fell around her, and the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207145" type="ship">Napier</name></hi> had seven near 
misses forward and to starboard, some of them very close indeed. 
The lights and the ammunition hoist failed and the men helped 
to handle the ammunition up to the guns. The CO had commenced to shave, but, taking in the situation quickly, joined the 
line and incidentally added a touch of colour in his borrowed 
blue dressing gown and with flakes of dried soap blowing off 
his face.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Men washed and shaved in the washrooms all day. Their 
clothes were filthy. Air support arrived but the Navy, taking 
no chances, fired on the planes until they dropped the correct 
flares. There was an anxious moment later in the day when one 
of the boiler valves exploded with a loud bang and the ship 
slowed down, but she carried on at reduced speed. <name key="name-000576" type="place">Alexandria</name> 
was sighted about 4 p.m. and the <hi rend="i"><name key="name-207145" type="ship">Napier</name></hi> docked two hours later. 
The battalion manned ship and saluted as Admiral Cunningham passed in his pinnace.</p>
        <p rend="indent">The final act of the main party is quoted from <name key="name-208411" type="person">General Kippenberger</name>'s account in <hi rend="i">Infantry Brigadier:</hi></p>
        <p rend="indent">We tied up and I went up to the bridge to thank the Captain. 
While there I was very distressed to see R.S.M. Wilson hurrying 
down the gangway. Then he called loudly for markers from Twentieth Battalion and I watched with pride while he collected, dressed,
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and placed them, all as correctly and smartly as if at <name key="name-004262" type="place">Maadi</name>. The 
men filed down and it was good to see that every one was armed 
and every one was shaved. The R.S.M. fell them in, handed over to 
the Adjutant with full routine, the Adjutant handed over to me— 
and we marched off, I stumping hatless and very proudly at the head 
and everyone on the wharf saluting.</p>
        <p rend="indent">South African transport took the battalion to <name key="name-009139" type="place">Amiriya</name>, where 
the men were issued with a blanket, a razor, and toilet gear. 
‘Good meal and a blanket and slept in a tent,’ writes one diarist. 
‘It seemed like heaven.’</p>
        <p rend="indent">Many of the battalion's walking wounded were already in 
Egypt, having been taken off in <name key="name-110476" type="ship">HMAS <hi rend="i">Perth</hi></name> on the night of 
29-30 May. After leaving <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> the cruiser had been attacked 
by enemy aircraft. The captain had skilfully avoided all the 
bombs except one, which glanced off the funnel and exploded 
in the galley, the only part of the ship not crowded with soldiers. 
Four of the crew and nine soldiers were killed.</p>
        <p rend="indent">Meanwhile on <name key="name-003325" type="place">Crete</name> the rear party, organised into three 
platoons under Colonel Burrows and Lieutenant Rolleston, had 
taken up defensive positions to block the ravine against infiltrating German troops. Corporal Vincent describes the events 
of 31 May:</p>
        <p rend="indent">At midnight, under Sergeant-Major Grooby, the rear party went 
back up the ravine, beyond the point reached in th