Showing posts with label Eric Carter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eric Carter. Show all posts

Monday, 13 May 2013

22nd - 25th April, 1947 - Boredom, sunburn and a little nostalgia for Ron...


Tuesday, 22nd April, 1947
I was on convoy today.  Nothing very exciting happened during the run which perhaps is all to the good.

The sun caught my arms and knees and made them slightly red.


 Wednesday, 23rd April, 1947
For the second day in succession I was on convoy today.



Thursday, 24th April, 1947
This morning I went with two other chaps to the court with 5 prisoners.  We spent all the morning in the court.  Some of the time was very interesting but as the trials were in Arabic we could not follow very much.


From mid-night until 6am this morning I was on Prowler guard.  I heard Midnight in Frankfurt, reminiscent of Tatsfield days.[1]

In the afternoon I was on guard in the West Tower overlooking the cricket pitch.

Eric Carter was playing & bowled 4 out.  I chatted with him & he tells me he is not going back to the corporation.


[1] Before signing up to join the Palestine Police Ron worked at the BBC Engineering Measurement and Receiving Station in Tatsfield.  I don't recall much of what he told us about this except 'heterodyne' whistles being the high pitched tone you might hear when listening to the radio... oh, and playing Chess with other radio operators in far flung places.

Saturday, 23 March 2013

12th & 13th March, 1947 - Two rather contrasting escort experiences and a close call for the Super.


Wednesday, 12th March, 1947
Today though chilly at first cleared up and became very warm by mid-day.

This morning I accompanied as escort, the convoy.  The journey of 120 Kilos was a rather hair raising experience as the driver, apparently unconsciously, drove at such a speed that the canvas hood, put up to shield us from the wind held on very insecurely by odd pieces of cord & wire, persisted in breaking loose in odd places so that between keeping ourselves on, the canvas on and keeping clear of flying cords, we had a full time job on.  At one stage we gave it up as hopeless & resolved ourselves to the uncomfortable but safe position on the floor.  The wireless operator’s batteries then broke loose as also did his description of the driver.


Thursday, 13th March, 1947
I don't know if this is the type but ...
source: http://oldcarbrochures.org/index.php/NA/Chevrolet/1947_
Chevrolet/1947-Chevrolet-Brochure/1947-Chevrolet-02-03
This morning I was called out on my first personal escort duty.  The Superintendent drove the “Chevrolet” with myself seated comfortably beside him.  After travelling the Jenin road on the back of a 15cwt truck the same journey in this car seemed a joyride.  Instead of dropping into every pothole we seemed to glide over the top of them.
The police post we visited in which I found Eric Carter, is reputed to be the best in the country.  Whether it is unusual to receive visitors at the post or not I do not know but I was told by Eric that on the approach of the Super the alarm was given & Carter found himself on top of the tower ready to man the Bren gun.

We had an Arabic lecture this afternoon from an Arab who not only speaks English but has a system of presentation.