Re: Pat Ritter. Books
Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 9:58 pm
'His Life Worth Living' - Page 26:
Chapter 4
After two and a half week voyage we disembarked at Malacca near Johore to arrive at Mersing. When Japan entered the war and began their invasion of Malaya they reached Johore by January 1942 almost twelve months after our arrival.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, a new 25 pounder field gun, replaced an old First World War era 18-pounds. Shortly afterward we were attacked for the first time by Japanese aircraft.
My job a singnalman, to make certain wires connected for communication. One time while in a bomb shelter communication went dead. The wires along the line must have been hit by a bomb and broke. 'Can I have your revolver? I asked the Lieutenant.' He unbuckled the revolved. I strapped the revolved on and left the bunker. The line hard to find because of the heavy torrential rain.
Crawling on my hands and knees along the length of wire I found a break and in the dark joined both wires together. Shells blasted around me. One time I honestly thought I was a goner. I lay flat on my tummy. After the bombing stopped I started back to the bunker. The rain continued to pour down heavily. Wet through to the skin I continued on through the blast of shells.
On my way back to the bunker a cave came into view and thought at the time a good idea to shelter until the rain stopped. I entered the darkness and the torchlight I carried dull. Inside the cave the glow from the torch showed a pair of eyes. I couldn't identify either a Japanese soldier or a mountain lion – we'd seen a few mountain lions since we arrived. Anyway I returned to the bunker.
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Chapter 4
After two and a half week voyage we disembarked at Malacca near Johore to arrive at Mersing. When Japan entered the war and began their invasion of Malaya they reached Johore by January 1942 almost twelve months after our arrival.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, a new 25 pounder field gun, replaced an old First World War era 18-pounds. Shortly afterward we were attacked for the first time by Japanese aircraft.
My job a singnalman, to make certain wires connected for communication. One time while in a bomb shelter communication went dead. The wires along the line must have been hit by a bomb and broke. 'Can I have your revolver? I asked the Lieutenant.' He unbuckled the revolved. I strapped the revolved on and left the bunker. The line hard to find because of the heavy torrential rain.
Crawling on my hands and knees along the length of wire I found a break and in the dark joined both wires together. Shells blasted around me. One time I honestly thought I was a goner. I lay flat on my tummy. After the bombing stopped I started back to the bunker. The rain continued to pour down heavily. Wet through to the skin I continued on through the blast of shells.
On my way back to the bunker a cave came into view and thought at the time a good idea to shelter until the rain stopped. I entered the darkness and the torchlight I carried dull. Inside the cave the glow from the torch showed a pair of eyes. I couldn't identify either a Japanese soldier or a mountain lion – we'd seen a few mountain lions since we arrived. Anyway I returned to the bunker.
TO DOWNLOAD THIS BOOK: CLICK HERE: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/591980.