Exodus Burma: The British Escape through the Jungles of Death 1942

by Felicity Goodall

Overview

Until a few weeks before the fall of Rangoon, the British had not dreamt the Japanese would invade Burma. So in early 1942, British soldiers trained for desert warfare fought a Japanese Army trained and equipped for the jungle. Those who survived this fierce fighting faced malaria, air attack, and lack of food and water, on the long walk out through the Valley of Death. Ragged groups of soldiers and civilians were forced to trek out of Burma through some of the most inhospitable terrain in the world. They hacked their way through jungle, forded rivers, and climbed steep mountainsides to escape.

Many did not survive the journey. Among these incredible stories was that of Bill Williams, who led refugees out on a herd of elephants. Other civilians who had enjoyed an idyllic colonial lifestyle were ill-equipped for the journey. Setting off with the family silver and their pets, they soon had to abandon all but the essentials in order to survive. Thousands died, but many more crossed the border into India and safety.

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ISBN-13:	9780752466644
Publisher:	The History Press
Publication date:	10/31/2011
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About the Author

FELICITY GOODALL is a former journalist and freelance foreign correspondent. She wrote Radio 4 play about Mea Allan Change of Heart (1999), and has written for publications such as The Sunday Times, Business Week, The Listener and The Guardian. She spent 15 years as a producer and presenter for BBC Radio 4 and has written five books of non-fiction. She was researcher and interviewer for a Radio 3 Docudrama about PTSD, Soldiers in the Sun, which was shortlisted in the Mental Health Awards 2008.

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Exodus Burma

The British Escape Through the Jungles of Death 1942

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By Felicity Goodall

The History Press

Copyright © 2011 Felicity Goodall
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7524-6664-4

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CHAPTER 1

The Golden Land

When the globe was covered with large areas painted red to denote the British Empire, there were fabulous fortunes to be made by choosing a career in one of its outposts. The British had been exploiting the abundant natural resources of Burma (now Myanmar) since the mid-nineteenth century, and the depression which followed the Wall Street Crash of 1929 added to the numbers drawn to this huge country halfway around the world.

Fred Tizzard started life as the son of a Devon vicar and went on to become one of the captains of the Irrawaddy Flotilla Company (IFC), whose launches and paddle steamers carried parcels, pigs and passengers on Burma's two major rivers: the Irrawaddy and the Chindwin – the motorways of Burma. Like all ex-pats, Fred had first seen Rangoon from the water when he arrived on one of the many passenger liners which called there. From Tilbury Docks, it was a long voyage via the Suez Canal, before sailing upriver to Burma's capital city. The first glimpses of Burma were the paddy fields and mangrove swamps of the Delta. As the ship drew close to Rangoon, on either bank were rice mills, tin-roofed warehouses, wooden jetties and timber yards. Sampans bobbed on either side, each rowed by a man standing in the bows, and from the floating bazaar came the voices of women selling fruit and vegetables.

Fred Tizzard had arrived in Burma in 1926, and after 15 years of hard work and frugality, he and his wife Marjorie had created the 'home of our dreams'. A red-brick house beside the Kokin Lake, with cloisters on either side where they drank tea in the shade. Frangipani filled the tropical evenings with scent. Acacia, laburnum, myrtle and the blazing orange and yellow flowers of Flame of the Forest surrounded the garden. In the centre of the lawn stood a tree festooned with orchids, each plant collected from Fred's trips up the Chindwin River. On the drive stood a brand new Austin 7, and at the local yacht club a sailing boat waited for high days and holidays. In July 1941, they had a baby daughter, Rosemary Ann.

Fred was one of many Britons who had sought and made a career in colonial Burma. Unlike him, many hailed from Scotland and the names of the clans are scattered throughout Burma's history. There is even a Scottish church tucked in behind what was the Burma Athletic Association Football Ground, now Aung San Stadium, the home of Yangon FC. Hogmanay was celebrated with nearly as much fervour in Rangoon as it was in Glasgow. There is no evidence of those links with Scotland today. Even the street names of the 1940s have been erased from the city of Rangoon, no longer the capital and now known once again by its Burmese name, Yangon.

However, in 1941 Rangoon was the centre of colonial life in Burma. The British had built the grid of city streets around the Sule Pagoda, transforming a riverside settlement of bamboo and palm leaf huts, into a showcase for empire and commerce. All streets and avenues terminated at the river which curved benignly past Strand Road where acres of go-downs, or warehouses, sheltered the produce of this fertile area of the British Empire. Still gazing majestically over the dockside is the Strand Hotel, where tourists can drink English 'Afternoon Tea', surrounded by the ghosts of rubber planters. In their day, the Rangoon skyline was dominated by the gold-plated Shwedagon Pagoda glinting in the morning sun. Today hotels for foreign tourists intrude into the cityscape.

In the foreground of the city the solid palaces of colonial administration still line wide streets. Amongst them is the terracotta-walled Secretariat, a complex where pith-helmeted administrators in knee-length socks, shorts and ties, shuffled paper to run a country the size of France. The Secretariat's derelict grandness witnessed the assassination of Aung San in 1947, denying him his rightful place in Burmese history. The British first entered that history in 1824 to put the king of Burma in his place. Yet, it was the East India Company, not the British government, which sent a fleet up river to lay siege to Yangon, and discovered a settlement abandoned behind its defensive bamboo wall. Great Britain soon negotiated rights to the lower part of Burma, including the fertile delta where rice crops turned the paddy fields acid green. Sir Arthur Phayre was the first Commissioner of British Burma, arriving in 1862, to spend 5 years establishing British rule. When the present city was laid out in the 1880s, Sir Arthur's contribution was commemorated in the naming of the city's principal commercial street: Phayre Street. Today only the elderly remember which of the broad avenues it was; like other streets in the modern capital it now bears a Burmese name.

With the British came their administration, honed in neighbouring India; their system of justice and retribution and most enduring of all, education. Encouraged by the British colonial overlords, missionaries arrived throughout the nineteenth century to open schools: American Baptists, Roman Catholics, Methodists and Anglicans. A university was opened to offer higher education to the brightest students and still stands on the campus established by the British. To run this new colonial acquisition an army of administrators, educators and traders was shipped in. However, Burma was not accorded the honour of its own civil service, police or judicial system. Instead it was suborned under the service which operated in India. So, the law was administered by members of the Indian Police, most famously one Eric Blair, who kept law and order in Katha on the Irrawaddy River for 3 years, before abandoning his career to become the writer known as George Orwell.

At the head of colonial society was the governor, an appointee from England, who relied on the professional bureaucrats of the Indian Civil Service for advice on the intricacies of his domain. These elite civil servants were the ruling class and were nicknamed the 'heaven-born', an indication of the exalted position they held in society. Key to this structure was the deputy commissioner or DC, a post created by the East India Company during their conquest by stealth of India in the late eighteenth century. The DC collected and assessed taxes, was judge and magistrate, and acted for the government when it came to law, order and disaster management.

These colonial officials would go out 'on tour' in the dry season between September and April, trekking round the districts on horseback. It was the only practical method to administer a country of Burma's size. With them went a team of servants to cook, set camp, fill the canvas bath with hot water and generally tend to the needs of the Europeans and their horses. Each tour lasted about 6 weeks, and for the entire period they were completely self-sufficient. Every day they shot for the pot and supplemented the game with fresh supplies bought from villages. It was idyllic, without the social restrictions of ex-pat life in the civil station where they were based. During the rainy season between June and September, the men of the Forestry Service and Civil Service returned to their bungalows to complete their paperwork.

With members of the Indian Civil Service came their personal servants: the syces (grooms), bearers and sweepers which the meritocracy had become accustomed to in India. The Burmese in contrast were regarded as work-shy by many of the English sahibs and memsahibs. These British overlords actively recruited labour first from China, then more successfully from India. From the south-east coast of India, thousands of labourers and agricultural workers joined Burma's rice industry particularly in the Delta region, and in the capital city Indians from all parts of the sub-continent were in the majority. A cyclone which hit India's south-east coast in 1897 saw a corresponding surge of migration, and a number of famines had the same effect. While every Burmese farmer grew the rice that was one of Burma's greatest assets, it was the Indians who milled it, traded it and provided the crews to transport the crop. The last census of Burma under British rule, taken in 1931, revealed that 53 per cent of Rangoon's population of 1 million people was Indian. Rangoon was an Indian and European city, rather than Burmese.

With the Europeans and Indians came their religions. Rangoon today is still stuffed with places of worship: synagogues, mosques, Hindu and Buddhist temples, and Roman Catholic and Anglican churches. Burmese society is still noted for religious tolerance, and a pragmatic combination of Christianity coupled with animism, exists in many tribal areas. European and American missionaries made little dent in the faith of the Buddhist Burmese, but successfully converted thousands from tribes such as Kachin, Chin, Karen and Kayin. In Kayah State on the Thai border, it was the Italians who brought Christianity at the beginning of the eighteenth century; in Myitkyina and Bhamo, it was the French followed by Irish brothers from St Columban's Mission who proselytised, brought education and nursed the victims of leprosy. In these religious houses were men like Father James Stewart, who would become a hero of the refugee crisis, sheltering orphans as the Japanese marched into town. Later he served with the forerunner of the CIA behind the lines in occupied Burma. Another muscular Christian was cheroot-smoking David Patterson who started his career in Burma as a missionary teacher at St John's College, Shwebo. By 1942 he was a fighting padre for the retreating British Army, comforting the dying, as well as serving soldiers.

Burma boasts extraordinary natural assets: gold, silver, tin and tungsten, rubies, amber and jade to name but a few. This was a country in which to make a fortune, and many did. The trappings of western lifestyles accrued, such as Rangoon's Turf Club and the Pegu or PG Club where the European community gathered. Many Europeans lived in the substantial houses of Windermere Park, today appropriated by Burma's new elite. Then there was the Gymkhana Club which offered football, tennis, squash and rugby to its more athletic members, and billiards to those who were not. This was where the children of colonial families were brought by their nannies in the morning, to bathe and play in the shade. Similarly a club was established in every town housing a small European community. In these darkened buildings reserved solely for Europeans, uniformed servants served gin and tonic cooled by ice, when available, and ruminated over insignificant gossip. Among these colonial administrators so ruthlessly parodied in George Orwell's novel Burmese Days, were some who cared deeply about Burma and its people. Men who worked in the great silent teak forests, tending and harvesting the giant hardwood trees which were, and still are, Burma's greatest natural asset. Then there were teachers and lecturers whose legacy can still be traced in modern Burma. Men like Angus MacLean, Head of Mandalay Agricultural College who introduced nine avocado trees from California to an experimental farm at Taunggyi between the wars. Today the town is famous for avocados, and the fruit can be found growing all over Burma.

Burma's surviving infrastructure was planned and built by the British. In the middle of nowhere, a Burma Public Works Department bridge can still be spotted spanning a deep river bed, almost dry in high summer. With the advent of the rains in May it becomes impassable, and rural communities are thankful that British surveyors ordered such iron bridges to be forged in Leeds, and shipped 6,000 miles across the world. The railway, an idea pioneered by the British and transported all over the world, has changed little in Burma since it was built during the nineteenth century. Single track lines, many with old wooden railway sleepers, still puncture the countryside riding on low embankments, connecting communities and offering the poor, a cheap but uncomfortable mode of travel. The wooden stations were also built by the British, though the signs are in Burmese today and few trains and even fewer seats are on offer. In colonial days the stations, rolling stock and freight trains were run by Burma Railways with timetables, refreshment rooms and station staff who were almost invariably from the Anglo-Burmese community.

Like the colonial administrators who fathered them, much evidence of the Anglo-Burmese has been wiped from modern Myanmar, erased by history like a stigma of the empire they represent. As towns and cities have grown, old Christian burial grounds have been moved to new out-of-town locations. In the process headstones and brass plaques are lost and broken. Gravestones from recent burials contain the clues to a small continuing Anglo-Burmese presence, in the mixture of Burmese and European names. Still, just as it was before the Second World War, Burmese society is a marvellous mixture of ancestry. Some families trace their roots back to Portuguese traders in the sixteenth century, with a smattering of Indian blood to boot, all lost in the modern mixture of tribes which form the Union of Myanmar.

In colonial times, which the Burmese refer to as 'the time of the British', children of such mixed parentage could be and often were, an embarrassment and an inconvenience. Christian children's homes, given the soubriquet, orphanage, were founded to accommodate the offspring of colonial administrators and their 'unsuitable' liaisons with Burmese women. One such was the Bishop Strachan's Home in Rangoon. Men who passed the stiff exams to enter the Indian Civil Service and arrived in Burma were given dire warnings about becoming over familiar with 'dusky Burmese maidens'. William Halpin was deputy head of the government High School in Maymyo, the son of a geologist who had 'married' a Burmese woman. As a child he was left in the care of Roman Catholic clergy, who gave him the surname Halpin. His wife, Mary, was the child of a naval officer who 'married' a Burmese girl, but similarly was brought up by clergy. While their mothers sometimes had a role in the children's lives, their fathers were absent: they had returned to Britain, to a 'respectable' marriage with a woman of their own race and a second family. In the days of the decline of the British Empire, the Anglo-Burmese were looked down upon, and regarded as second-class citizens. Similarly the offspring of Anglo-Indian parentage were from an inferior 'caste' in the eyes of many in 'polite' society, or as they termed it 'not quite one of us'. Not all children of these mixed race unions were abandoned by their fathers and many of their descendants survive today. European men did not all simply take Burmese women as their mistresses like George Orwell's fictional forestry officer, Flory. Some married and set up home with Burmese women far from the snobbish drawing rooms of England. The Anglo-Indians and Anglo-Burmese were the backbone of the infrastructure in this corner of the empire. Not only the railways, but the Post and Telegraph Office (another British innovation), and many white collar jobs such as the civil service, customs and excise were the province of these two groups.

Rangoon was the colonial capital, but in summer British administrators decamped to the hill town of Maymyo. The town was founded by a Victorian Bengal infantry officer, Colonel May, on a limestone outcrop rising from the plain some 44 miles northeast of Mandalay. A handful of hilltop villages cooled by a gentle breeze, were transformed into the Burmese town in which the British felt most at home. Adopting the Burmese word for town, 'myo', it became known as May-town or Maymyo. They built teak or brick houses sporting British chimney stacks, and surrounded them with gardens in which they grew flowers familiar from home. Petunias, hollyhocks and pinks are still favoured bedding plants in both private gardens and municipal planting schemes in the town. A grand botanical garden was built by Turkish prisoners during the Great War. An historical conundrum to the Burmese today, as is the eponymy of the Harcourt Butler lake at its focus, named in honour of a long-forgotten colonial administrator. Paths were cut through the surrounding forests to provide shady bridleways where the servants of empire and their families could ride their horses. A tennis club, hospital and wooden bungalows for army families completed this British outpost. Two battalions from British regiments were garrisoned in Burma for tours of 3 years, and they would alternate between the gentile verdant atmosphere of Maymyo and the multicultural clamour of Rangoon. Modern Maymyo retains its military status, with the Burmese equivalent of Sandhurst prominent in the town. There were also officers from another very British 'army', the Salvation Army, who ran a home for soldiers. Today it is the Chinese and Burmese who seek the cooler air of the hill town, which has been renamed, Pyin U Lin. Second homes are springing up, and the towns' guesthouses and hotels do good business.

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Table of Contents

Contents

Title,
Dedication,
Acknowledgements,
Preface,
1 The Golden Land,
2 An 'Unlikely' Attack,
3 Race, Racism and Retreat,
4 The Fall of Singapore,
5 The Road to Prome,
6 Flights and Superstition,
7 The Road to Mandalay Where the Flying Fishes Play,
8 The Last Battle,
9 The Old Man of Banmauk,
10 Food, Fripperies and Footwear,
11 Walking the Line,
12 Monsoon Mud in the Hukawng Valley,
13 The Heroes of Shinbwiyang,
14 Heading Through the Hills,
15 Tea to the Rescue,
16 Through the Chaukan Pass,
17 The Lost Chinese,
Epilogue,
Select Bibliography,
Copyright,