Around The World In 253 Days

L.A.C. WALKER, that was me.  I was at last kitted out for my overseas posting and ready to go, but I was told that the ship HMS Warrior wasn’t ready and I would be allowed to go home on a 48hr Pass.

That made my day, because it would be better than hanging around RAF Innesworth.  So, off early to bed and then away home to Manchester…. or  so I thought !

Just after 10:00pm that night, an NCO came charging in and called out about seven names, mine included.

“Get dressed, pack your kit and get on the lorry outside” he bawled.

“ Why?” I asked

“ You laddie, are taking off from Lyneham at 7:30 tomorrow morning.”

  I didn’t have time to ring home.

Dumped near the runway on a cold, wet January morning, and not a clue what to do next, some chap came up and said “You’d better get something to eat, you’ll be taking off soon”.

 

ITINERARY

Mid January 1957, RAF  Lyneham

AIRCRAFT:            Handley Page Hastings

REG:                   WJ 327

CAPTAIN:             Flt. Lt. Hayley

   1st Hop:            Lyneham to Malta

  2nd Hop:            Malta to North Africa El Adam

  3rd Hop:            North Africa to Habanya, Iraq

  4th Hop:            Habanya to Karachi, Pakistan

  5th Hop:            Karachi to Colombo, Ceylon (Now Sri Lanka)

  6th Hop:            Colombo to Changi, Singapore.

  7th Hop:            Changi to Darwin, Australia

  8th Hop:            Darwin to Amberley, Australia

  9th Hop:            Amberley to Fiji. Had full days rest from flying

10th Hop:             Fiji to Canton Island. This day we crossed the international date line. Took off on Monday and landed on 

                        Sunday the day before

11th Hop:            Canton Island to Christmas Island.             160 Wing RAF Detachment. Tent C8.

Operation Grapple, Britain’s H-Bomb test – Tour of Duty: 235 Days

12th Hop:            3rd April. Christmas Island to Malden Island

  Aboard HMS Narvik. Witnessed Britain’s first H-Bomb. (see bomb) (see plane)

13th Hop:            22nd May. Malden Island to Christmas Island

14th Hop:            30th July. Flew to Honolulu to make purchase’s for the Officers Mess and purchase presents for the lads  

                        to take home.

15th Hop:            8th August. Returned to Christmas Island. In a Hasting aircraft. No. TG523.

16th Hop:            19th September. Christmas Island to Hickham Air Base, Honolulu

17th Hop:            Honolulu to Edwards Air Base, Nr. San Francisco

18th Hop:            San Francisco to Omaha, Nebraska

17th Hop:            Omaha to Goose Bay, Canada

19th Hop:            Goose Bay to Kinloss, Scotland

20th Hop:            Kinloss to Lyneham, England

Note:    Each flight lasted between 8 and 11 hours, and we never had so much as a puncture!

 

Things I Remember about  Christmas Island Life

Sgt Goodchild.  Officer Mess.  Flt Lt Conche.  I think he was a doctor.  Reg Sewell. A great mate & Cpl Tasker our NCO.

Barry. I think he came from Southampton. Robert Lacy, from the north of Manchester. There were many more lads that I had good memories of but I cannot remember their names.

Memories:  

Land crabs that tried to get into your tent in the night. Rats running around the roof of the tent between the inner and outer canvas. Falling down into the big pit one night, that engineers had made for all the bad beer.

The tidal wave warning.  Seeing a TM Avenger aircraft go into the sea.  Getting badly sunburnt.

The experience of getting off Malden Island in a DUCK.

You had to wait for a big wave to come in and then drive into it to get afloat and give it the gun and you were off the island. Note: It did not have beaches as we know, it just jutted out of the sea. We developed a technique like the DUCK used to be able to swim in the sea, a bit dangerous really because  I mistimed it one day and the sea water rushing down the steep beach took me with it, down and down I went all I could see were white bubbles, then I broke the surface about 40ft out. I swam back slowly and waited for a really big roller to make sure I got well up the beach this time.

I went for a walk one day to see the ship wreck on the coral and the hut the survivors had made. While I was out on my own I was looking to see if I could see the supply Dakota coming in, when I noticed quite a heavy cloud with tail coming out of it, the sea below began to boil. Not really ever having witnessed any thing like this I sat down and watched. It didn’t take long before I was looking at a full blown water spout or tornado and it was coming straight for the island. I’m going back to camp quick I thought. I didn’t run but walked quickly and kept looking back. After a while I looked back again and it had gone as quickly as it came. That was a bit frightening and I believe HMS Narvik anchored off the island was making plans to get out of its way.

The other thing about Malden Island was that there were wild Wiltshire pigs roaming about, they would come into camp in the middle of the night looking for food, we just kept out of their way because they would attempt to attack us. They had been on the island since 1927 roaming free.

 

The Cold War

One day before the 15th May news came in that Russian submarines were in the area which caused some concern and the New Zealand navy sent three destroyers to help us. The next night a foxhole was dug just above the beach and the radio operator and his equipment were installed.   Guess who was ordered to keep guard through the night with him, yours truly.

I could see armed men on the HMS Narvik and a lot of activity. The night passed away peacefully and all was well in the morning. After that we never heard anything else about the Russian’s.

Back to Christmas Island and life carried on uneventfully, except for one day when on the beach, seven lads were washed over the reef. They were quite a distance out and you could hardly hear their shouts for help. One of our group grabbed a life belt and waded out to the reef but the line wasn’t long enough, he did attempt to get over the reef with life belt but I don’t think he was successful. They seemed to be out there a long time, the sea washed them to the left and a big wave washed them back over the reef. We all ran to help and get them out of the water but one lad slipped into a gully and went under. They did get him out but I believe he died later that day.

The life on Christmas Island had its ups and downs, but it was a time I would not have missed.

©: Tony Walker 04 May 2002