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I
was contacted by Ian Miller who had recognised a picture of his dad in
the A Troop, 40 Cdo picture in Malaya from THE PATROL
(40 Commando Malaya 1951) on this web site, which I had written last
year. I knew his dad Bruce "Dusty" Miller having served with him in 40
Cdo. Ian kindly sent me pics of his dad taken whilst serving in Malaya
with A Troop, 40 Cdo, RM. Since his dad has passed away, or in Marine parlance,
"crossed over the bar", I thought it would be rather nice to remember him
by dedicating the page to his dad.
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On the jungle edge, life revolved around the villages, or kampongs, usually situated by a river or coastal inlet and rubber estates became little fortresses.
A-Troop 40 Cdo |
Bayonet practice, "Bruce Miller" |
Vehicle ambushed and burnt |
Vehicle escort |
Casualty evacuation |
Palms
produced oil, roofing material and coconuts; paddy fields produced rice,
the staple diet of the Malays, Chinese and Indians. Against this background
was fought one of the most vicious and protracted wars in which the British
Army has ever taken part. It was a war in which the Communist Chinese were
led by the same capable and resolute men who had fought the Japanese from
1942 to 1945. The targets of these
guerrillas were kampong village police
posts, rubber plantations, and vehicles traveling on the roads. An effective
way to assist the police was to post infantry battalions in company- sized
camps so that they were never to far away to respond to a call for help.
Ambushed Jeep 45 Cdo |
Spotter plane taking off |
Burning bandit camp |
Another view of burning |
Chopper coming in |
The
Chinese guerrillas relied on logistic support from the squatters on the
fringes of the jungle and it was into these areas that military patrols
operated, with excursions deep into the thick jungle after these guerrillas,
often operating for weeks at a time. With A Troop, 40 Commando, operating
from a small village called Lenggong on the main Grik, Lenggong, Kuala
Kangsar road, the Troop worked hard to maintain pressure on the CTs often
crossing the Perak River from time to time hard on the heels of the various
terrorist gangs. Vehicle ambushes were frequent on the Grik road. A large
resettlement program was in progress and a number of patrols from the Commando
were involved in screening and checking squatter areas. Rigorous patrolling
continued and many insurgent camps were found, some large enough to house
70 to 80 people. Local Army and Commando units made a valuable contribution
by sending out teams to visit kampongs to train the special constables
and prepare defensive positions. All this effort increased the confidence
of the local population and there was a noticeable trickle of information
and intelligence beginning to come through from the population of these
villages.
Malay Saki village |
A classic ambush Position |
First of the few |
Watching suspect rv |
Watching and waiting |
Searching ambush position |
Commando patrols would often penetrate deep into the jungle. If you were lucky the going was easy through the rubber plantations or lalang, but usually progress had to be made by the exhausting process of taking turns to hack your way through dense jungle with a parang or matchete. Getting wounded was not a pleasant prospect, as it took four men to carry a litter, and most patrols operated at section strength with about eight to ten men. Campaigning in Malaya was difficult enough even without the constant possibility of ambush and enemy fire, and these patrols spent up to three weeks patrolling in this sort of country hunting for CT groups. Most of the Marines had been stuck in troop locations for two years.
Convoy
duties made a change from jungle patrols. To sit in the back of an open
vehicle with guns at the ready, watching, looking at the edge of the jungle,
which came right down to the edge of the road, for any sign of movement,
expecting a burst of automatic fire at every bend in the road, and to travel
up to sixty or seventy miles to reach your destination meant 3 or 4 hours
of travel time. Perak was, at one stage of the emergency, described as
the ‘most troubled state’. At the time the average length of tour in the
Commando Brigade was two and half years, and each rank was allowed a fortnight's
leave a year and a majority of personnel were able to get away to spend
their R & R, either in Singapore, Ipoh or Penang. The bright city lights
made a welcome break from the constant strain of patrolling and living
in isolated locations. The men of 40 Commando were making the most of their
second Christmas in troop locations. While catering facilities in these
locations were not up to Cordon Bleu standards, the expertise of the Marine
cooks made sure that the Christmas dinners were special.
Patrol section waiting to move out |
Crossing river by boat |
Ambush remains |
River Patrol |
Looking down from ambush position |
In
February 1952, Gen. Sir Gerald Templar was appointed High Commissioner
of Malaya and Director of Operations. He made his first visit to the 3rd
Commando Brigade on 22 March and inspected some of 40 Commando positions
and locations.
GOC District visiting 40 Cdo |
40 Cdo Parading through Kuala Kangsar (Perak) |
Rumours
of the 3rd Commando Brigade's movement to Malta were confirmed in March
and on the 17th April a memorial service was held in the church of St.
John the Divine, Ipoh. The roll of honour contained the names of the 33
all ranks of 3rd Commando Brigade who lost their lives in Malaya was read
out. Of this number, 14 had served with 40 Commando. 40 Commando paraded
a Guard of Honour for the Sultan Of Perak who then took the salute at a
march past. During their two-year stint in Malaya, the 3rd Commando Brigade
killed or captured 221 terrorists at the cost of thirty-three Royal Marines
killed.
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In May 1952, the Commando Brigade left Malaya bound for Malta, but the Royal Marine Commandos were to return to the jungle again, during the confrontation with Indonesia in the 1960s.
I can now well remember those hectic days, of the mates, the hard times, the fun and laughter, the three months loss of pay for negligence, (accidental discharge of rifle) never went short of anything, and there was always someone there to see you okay.
The
down in the mouth days when you buried a pal, carried his coffin and lowered
him into the ground and your thought was "another good Marine has crossed
the bar". I made a promise that I would go back to pay my respects, to
sit down at the graveside, have a chat, and maybe a bottle or two of Tiger
beer for old times sake, just to let them know that they are not forgotten.
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