The Transition
All the changes and chances of mortal life. THE BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER
WHEN MY wife and I were seeing an English movie in Poona on 3 September 1939, there was an interruption and a grim announcement:
Ladies and Gentlemen: we regret to announce that Great Britain and Germany are at war with each other from today.
So World War II had begun. There was a hush in the
hall and commotion all over. No one knew what was
happening. Confusion reigned supreme. All sorts of
rumours were afloat as they always are in times of war.
I reported for duty to my Commanding Officer and was
ordered to proceed forthwith to Secunderabad to mechan-
ize 5 Division. I was a Senior Subaltern and was put
in charge of an assignment which usually went to a Major.
This was flattering though usual during war when you
performed jobs above your rank due to shortage of offi-
cers. During this work, I came in close touch with Maj Gen
Piggy' Heath, Commander, 5 Division, Brigadier 'Mo'
Mayne, who was commanding a Brigade, Colonel 'Frank'
Messervy, who was our Grade I Staff Officer and Colonel 'Reginald' Savoury, the A/Q. When I finished this job, after a few months, Messervy asked me, as did Mayne, what they could do for me. I asked them if I could get back to my battalion or, alternatively, accompany 5 Divi- sion to the Middle East Theatre. They tried but the Mili- tary Secretary at Army Headquarters would not play. I then asked for a transfer to the 6/13 Frontier Force Rifles, commanded by Lt Col Russel (Pasha) at the time; but the higher authorities did not oblige and I was once again frustrated in my attempt to get back to infantry. But I kept trying.
After mechanizing the 5 Division, I went in March 1940 to Deolali as Adjutant of a Motor Battalion's Training Centre, under Lt Col Sheehan, an Irishman and a hard taskmaster. It was an education, working under him. After a spell as an instructor in a non-commissioned officers' school at Saugor, I was nominated to a war course at the Staff College, Quetta, early in 1942. This was a fine institution and was commanded by a first class British officer, Maj Gen 'Jeff' Evans, D.S.O.
Akbar Khan and I had been contemporaries at Sand- hurst and were now together at Quetta. Although he and I were friendly to the individual Englishman, we were far from well disposed towards his 'Empire' in India. One of our class-mates there was, however, more loyal to the British than perhaps their King himself and reported against our political views to the British head of the Intelligence Bureau of Baluchistan. But, as chance would have it, one of Akbar's friends, who was on the latter's personal staff, told us who had done this. Akbar went to the culprit later that night and put him to shame for letting down two of his compatriots to an Englishman surreptitiously. He could never live this down with us.
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