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Before he was dropped in the jungle, John's Chindit training had demanded extreme

John was based in the area known as 'White City', named after the discarded parachutes which festooned the jungle canopy. On March 21, late in the day the Japanese launched a major night attack and fighting continued for the next 48 hours. The perimeter held, with the help of air support. John had recalled : “In our slit trenches we could see each night attack develop, with the advancing Japanese silhouetted against the sky. I spent seven weeks at White City. The hand-to-hand fighting continued. We used bayonets, machetes and knives.”

On another occasion he said : “Hundreds attacked us at about 07.00, with the last daylight assault at around 16.00. Night attacks then followed. Their bugle calls made us laugh. Bizarrely, they sounded like 'Tiger Rag'" - after the music of the US 'Original Dixieland Jass Band'. "We cut fire lanes on the approaches to the hill, but we had no wired defences at that stage. Nevertheless, our Vickers, Brens and 2in. mortars were sufficient to slaughter the Japs.”
Towards the end of March Wingate was killed when his plane crashed on the return journey in the hills around Bishenpur. There were reports of isolated storms in the area and also that the one of the B-25's engine was not developing full power. His death was a serious blow to the Chindits and changed the course of the rest of the Chindit campaign. When news of Wingate's death reached 77th Brigade, Brigadier Calvert commented : "Who will look after us now?"
In April, John's Battalion received the order to withdraw and move to a new stronghold to the north. By this time, John recalled :"Our casualties were so heavy that they dropped us lime because the stench was so bad. A full battalion is 1,001 men. Only 80 of us marched out." John was one of those 80 and the march almost killed him. As he said in the BBC interview : "When I went, I was 11 stone. I was now 8 stone 4 pounds. A skeleton. I'd no energy. No fight. No spark. So the rule was, before we went in : If you're killed, you're dead, because it's kill or be killed. If you're walking wounded, you carried on. If none of those things were possible and it impeded the advance of those 80 men, you were left with 4 days rations."
At this point he quivered with emotion and fighting back the tears he continued : "And I'm innocent." "I lay in a ditch with water in it and I couldn't move and I found I had a spark. I wasn't dead. I wasn't immobile and I got up and for 4 days and nights I marched alone until I reached our men.""I love talking about it because its a whole part of me." He then said emphatically : "But I shall never forget any one of those men". At which point, John raised one finger, "and I'm delighted to have the honour of being called a chindit."
John in his own words :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AajGm9LStIQ&feature=youtu.be&t=70
“I was told. I was instructed, by those lying out there now – we left more out there than we brought home – and they said to us, "When you go home, please tell them of us.”
“There was a saying going around, that every Chindit will go to Heaven because he’d been to Hell.
It’s impossible to describe”.
It’s impossible to describe”.
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