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Transcription JUNGLE WARFARE BRUNEI
By SERGEANT TONES
HAVING returned from Brunei to the Training Battalion from
this unusual course and started work again, I was confronted by
the usual " how did it go " and " what was it like "—this I did
not mind and readily gave a brief account; but when our OC,
Major Collins, asked me to write an article for THE GAZETTE I
wondered just where I would start.
However, it all started when a signal arrived in the Unit
from Headquarters UKLF calling for volunteers for a jungle
warfare instructors course to be held in Brunei. As you might
well guess there was no shortage of volunteers. The main
criteria was that the applicant should be physically fit and have
a sound knowledge of infantry tactics to the level of Platoon
Sergeant—no one really thought an applicant from this Unit
would get it.
A few weeks passed before a signal came back stating that
one Sergeant Tones had been nominated. It also gave a full
list of people attending the course " Exercise Oil Painting 7." I
was surprised to see that I was the only RAOC man on the
course in fact all but three were Infanteers, Guards, Paras,
Marines, Argyls, to name but a few—and a high proportion of
these were Officers.
A short time later the joining instructions came, together
with the news that there was to be a fourteen days acclimatiza-
tion period in Hong Kong. " How on earth did you get that
you jammy B " was the comment of the day.
The flight to Hong Kong went very smoothly although
twenty two hours on any plane is somewhat gruelling; the RAF
are better than most and on one occasion I was allowed on the
flight deck of the VC10 for an hour which was really very
interesting.
However, the so called holiday that I had envisaged, was not
to be. As soon as we arrived at the airport building there was
a KOSB Major who promptly presented us with the programme
of the acclimatization period. Every day long walks over the
high hills of the new territories of Hong Kong carrying Bergen
rucksacks, There was some free time which we all put to good
use, you know, window shopping and oriental flower arranging
and the like, (the wife might read this).
On to Brunei and another three hour flight by RAF VC10.
The first thing that struck me about Brunei was the intense
heat, tefnperatuire hovering at about one hundred degrees
fahrenheit—and of course the humidity.
A two hour coach drive took us from the airport to our
camp, an old tin roofed arrangement without any walls, this
was to be our home for the next six weeks, when not in the
jungle that is. We did have a television set for our enter-
tainment and it was when we put it on that night that we dis-
covered that Brunei was a Muslem state, every fifteen minutes
or so, irrespective of what the programme was, a Holy man
would appear on the screen singing praise to Allah—or what-
ever they sing about.
Apart from the soldiers from UK there was quite a large
Gurkha contingent. It was the first time I had ever worked with
these people and I wondered if everything I had heard about
them was true, especially that they were such good soldiers.
They turned out to be at least as good as I had envisaged, so
dedicated; they thought about the Army twenty four hours a
day. Almost every night they would pack their kit and then
unpack il and then pack it again and this would go on until
it was perfect. Reveille was usually at about 0600-hrs but the
Gurkhas would be up at least an hour before that.
The course itself was not all practical jungle work, there
was quite a lot of classroom theory, there had to be, for apart
from the basic jungle skills, we had to learn about such things
as, the new PRC 320 Clansman Radio, a piece of hardware that
I am particularly grateful to. It has voice communication for
three hundred and twenty kilometres and this compared to the
A41 with practically no communication in the jungle, was a god
send. On one occasion I was on sentry duty, it was about
2015-hrs, pitch black and about eighteen miles from civilization
—and eighteen miles is a hell of a long way in thick jungle. I
Into action by chopper.
was busy staring into the inky black listening to the jungle
nocturnal life when, suddenly
! something had bitten me.
I stood up not knowing really what to do, then a few seconds
later Lieutenant Barry Parsons RM, produced a torch and it
came as quite a shock to see two fang marks on my left hand.
I sucked it and applied a torniquay.
Being a first aid instructor I had always been told that
with snake bites, shock is the greatest killer but this did nothing
to supress my apprehension when I heard that it wouldn't be
until daylight—some ten hours away—until I could be got out;
but thanks to the Clansman Radio we had immediate comms
with Exercise Control, some thirty miles away and they alerted
the hospital and helicopter. I was given three piriton tablets
and woke up in hospital some twenty six hours later.
After theory instruction on such things as jungle survival,
navigation, ambush technique, tunnel warfare, river crossing
and many more skills vital to jungle operations, we went
into the jungle to put it into practice through a number of
exercises! The main factor in jungle operations is being able to
cope with the intense heat and humidity, you and your clothing
are continually wet through perspiration and it is fair to say
that you begin to rot as soon as you set foot in the jungle!
It needs a physically fit and mentally attuned soldier to achieve
any success and acclimatization is vital. All other military
skills can be adapted to suit the jungle but emphasis must be
placed on navigation and jungle marksmanship.
A great experience and a thoroughly worthwhile course and
one which I would readily recommend to anyone.
— 244 —
Sergeant- Tones makes friends with the locals.
Book number R0403a