Friday, 25 December 2020

Christmas Al Jubail, Saudi Arabia 30 years ago. By Jan Westbury

December 1990 and we had decorated our tented ward and sleeping accommodation as if it was Christmas back home. 



However, always mindful that the Christmas season is our holiday and not celebrated by our enemy, at the time, NBC training and alerts continued. Kay Foster in her blog two weeks ago, Waiting for War, described the quiet before the storm. 


Christmas morning came, I arranged to go on duty early so I could relieve some of the night staff. The patients were still asleep. I woke each of them with a cup of tea and the tiniest swig of whisky from a miniature bottle someone had sent me in the post. It really perked the troops up. Not for staff though as it was not allowed, but they did have a quick sniff of whisky for the fun of it. Amazing how non whiskey drinkers took a keen interest. Personally, I hate the stuff and was amazed it had not been confiscated. 


The same person had sent me a huge Stilton that was "high' and a loaf of bread that was very green. We enjoyed the Stilton though and it went a long way.

Uniform was relaxed for the day and we could wear Christmas T- shirts, one of many designs created throughout the deployment. 

A senior dental officer was our Santa Claus distributing presents, followed later by a trolley full of gifts given out by our matron and senior doctors. 


Our Church service, under canvas, was very special, but obviously reminded us of our loved ones back home. 

We had arranged for a table to be laid for Christmas lunch. The catering officer was magnificent and had organised white tablecloths and a bottle of beer for each patient, but I cannot remember if it was non-alcoholic. 


A great day, and the staff and patients had arranged short sketches, so lots of hilarious entertainment. I was a little nervous of what the group of patients in the photograph were going to do or say, as they were rather boisterous. I did not need to worry, humour that was unlikely to offend anyone.


By evening all was quiet with everyone having time for reflection on what had been a very different Christmas, far from home and wondering what lay ahead in the coming weeks. 


Capt (Rtd) Jan Westbury. Deployed to the Gulf 1990/1991












Friday, 18 December 2020

PACKAGE SAFELY DELIVERED By Eileen Nolan

 

It was Belfast in the Spring of 1974. The “Troubles” had been raging for almost five years and had just claimed its 1000th victim. Bombs and bullets were part of everyday life. Paramilitaries were ever present with their intimidation and threats to their local population. The British Army were very obvious on the streets with their role to protect the people of Northern Ireland. 






On a dull Saturday afternoon, a 17 year old girl was walking home from the town centre. She had to walk that afternoon as all the buses into East Belfast had been taken off the roads as there was rumoured to be “trouble” in the Short Strand area and buses were a great target for those wishing to cause trouble. The problem for the 17 year old that day was that the only way home on foot was via the Short Strand area. 

Approaching Short Strand all seemed quiet then the shooting started! The recessed doorway of a locked shop provided the refuge needed until the shooting stopped and she could safely make her way home. 



I was that 17 year old and that was the day I decided to join the British Army!

Now, you may think that joining the British Army is quite straight forward – go into an Army Careers Office, get the information you need and submit an application form. But when you know that the Careers Office has closed due to the threat to both those manning such an office and to those walking into one, your options are limited.

The careers office at school didn’t have any information and I certainly wasn’t going to tell anyone other than my family why I wanted the information! So, off I went to the phone box at the end of the road and found the number for Palace Barracks in Holywood. The person I spoke to was enormously helpful. I had already told my parents that I wanted to do nursing when I left school so I asked about nursing in the Army. I was then sent all the information I needed about the QA’s.

After sending back the application form, there began what can only be described as something out of a spy novel! You see, the British Army was there to protect the local population and for someone to be seen to go into a Military establishment could put both that person and their family at great risk.

So, when I was invited for interview and a medical at Palace Barracks, I was given clear instructions on how to proceed…..on a specific day at a specific time, I had to make my way to the main railway station in the centre of Belfast. I had to go to the newspaper kiosk and buy a copy of the Belfast Telegraph and then stand a little way to the left of the kiosk. I was informed that I would be approached by a man in civilian clothes also carrying a Belfast Telegraph. Remember, I am 17 years old yet I didn’t think this was strange at all!!!!

I was only waiting about a minute when I was approached and was asked if I was the right person. Of course, the soldier couldn’t show me his ID as we were in the middle of a very public place but off I went with him! He took me to an unmarked car waiting outside with another man in it and thankfully, once I was in the car, they both showed me their Army ID.

Following my interview and medical, I was then driven in the same unmarked car past my own home and into the centre of Belfast again. I was then dropped off at the side of a road and had to make my way home again.

All information that was sent to me from Palace Barracks was in a plain envelope with no indication of where it came from. All this to protect me and my family but it didn’t stop there.

On August 9th 1974 when I had collected my “Queen’s Shilling”, I was taken to the overnight ferry to Liverpool. On arrival in Liverpool, I had to check into the Guard House for them to check I had arrived safely. I had been given detailed written instructions on how to get to Aldershot including train times etc.

On arrival at Waterloo, I had to phone the QATC to confirm which train I would be on and was told that my transport would be waiting for me on arrival at Aldershot. I was very impressed.

However, on arrival, there was no sign of my transport and I remember standing there with £2.50 in my pocket wondering how much it would cost for a taxi to the QATC as I had no idea where it was!

I needn’t have worried as only five minutes later, my transport arrived and I was delivered safely to the QATC. So began my QA adventure…….!


Eileen Nolan
Aug 74 - Sept 74 QATC
Sept 74 - Sept 75 Cambridge Military Hospital
Sept 75 - Feb 77 BMH Rinteln
Feb 77  - July 77 Royal Herbert Military Hospital, Woolwich
July 77 - Aug 78 QEMH, Woolwich





Friday, 11 December 2020

Waiting for War - A Nurse's Story. QARANC. By Kay Foster.

 

22 Field Hospital Bahrain Aug -Dec 1990

In August 1990, I was the Company Commander for Recruit Training at the QA Training Centre. From there, I was deployed to the Gulf with the second wave of medical personal, joining 22 Field Hospital in Bahrain. I was heading into, - to quote Saddam Hussain "the Mother of All Wars".

On our arrival in Bahrain, our group was split up, and we were accommodated in 5-star hotels around Manama, the capital of Bahrain. Week by week the British troops arrived, at first it was the Army, then the RAF. The RAF were to play a significant role in Gulf War 1 with the formidable Tornado and Jaguar planes. For security purposes, the top floor of our hotel was ring-fenced for British troops, which in essence became our bar. Alcohol was permissible in hotels for non-Muslims. Life was pretty comfortable for us for the first few months; accommodation was superb, we could venture around Manama, and spent free time exploring the souks and swimming in the hotel pool.

We did have to work however. We were bused down daily to RAF Muharraq situated near Bahrain International Airport, where 22 Field Hospital was established. Our route was never the same, as we were wary of a terrorist attack. Once at the Field Hospital we spent many hours training, having lectures and practising working in our Nuclear, Biological and Chemical (NBC) kit. These suits were lined with charcoal and on top of these we wore gas masks, rubber gloves and rubber boots over our outdoor military boots. The temperatures in Bahrain in August, September could rise as high as 39C. Climbing into NBC suits was unbearable and therefore practise time was restricted to avoid heat exhaustion. How were we going to cope with nursing patients? This added another fear to my knowledge that I was a novice when it came to working in a war zone. Sadden Hussain's reputation as a thug, bully, murderer was well known. How would we survive if he did use his weapons of mass destruction?



In Maharraq we set up our field hospital. Most of the hospital was established from the remnants of kit from the Second World War 51 years earlier! It was hot and dark working in the green canvas tents. White mesh was used to try and screen the tents from the intense Middle East temperatures.

The order was given that we would whitewash the green canvas tents to reduce the temperatures within, which it did by a degree or two. It was arduous work, and the theatre staff had a brain wave. They collected the fire extinguishers, somehow filled them with whitewash and sprayed them on the tents. This act of using their initiative was not rewarded with the order of merit, but punishment for misuse of Her Majesties property!



At first, the move to Bahrain was exciting, a new place to visit, we still had freedom, we could eat out, shop etc., and the Bahrain people made us feel very welcome. We got invited as guests to some of the local Bahrain and expatriate community for meals. However, there was always the threat of terrorist activities. After a while, it did get a bit tedious; we were waiting for over four months before the War started.

In due course, the American Medics joined us at our base. They arrived in style. Their hospital consisted of mobile containers with air conditioners, swivel chairs, pump up and down beds and all mod cons. All in all this made us feel like their poor cousins. However, The Americans had experienced a long protracted war in Vietnam, since the Second World War and their kit was state of the art. They were now well-disciplined, well-trained troops, very different from those iconic photographs of troops smoking pot through their rifle butts during the Vietnam War. 



Royal Navy Medics were stationed on the British Royal Fleet Auxiliary Ship Argus and could be seen not far off the shores of Bahrain. The Argos was used in the Falklands War and then in Gulf War 1 some ten years later. It had a 70-bed capacity and fitted with ITU facilities. 



Over the five months from August 1990 to January 1991 when Gulf War 1 started, massive deployment of military human resources and equipment from the allies was the largest since the Second World War. There was an anticipation of a brutal war from a ruthless man. The allies knew that Saddam Hussain had chemical weapons, he had used it on the Kurds in 1988. He was, therefore, threatened that if he did use chemical weapons on the allied troops, the consequence could mean a nuclear intervention.



I stayed with 22 Field Hospital until just before Christmas 1990, when I joined 33 Field Hospital in Al Jubail Saudi Arabia. Bahrain was the quiet before the storm. War has been described as “ many days of boredom punctuated with moments of terror" I was to meet the terror on the 17th January 1991, when the War started.


Major Kay Foster (Retd) QARANC.
 
I joined the QA's in 1977- 1994. My quest was to nurse, travel, have a career with adventures and excitement. Be stretched in my professional life, no two days to be the same - I am not one for routine. Some posting took me outside the hospital, as Inservice Training Officer, Woman's Services Liaison Officer, Expedition Nurse, Company Commander of NCO Recruit Training. I served in London, Hong Kong, Nepal, Germany, Wales, Canada, Aldershot, Peru, Falkland Islands, First Gulf War. My holidays in these global postings took me many other countries to include Communist China, Alaska, USA, Australia, Bruni, Cyprus, Europe, and countries in the communist Eastern Block.




























Friday, 4 December 2020

Murder Mystery at the QATC - Guest Dinner Night. By Jan Westbury


Well, what a dinner night on Saturday 28th November 2020!

Forty-three of us gathered for yet another virtual QARANC Association Jurassic Branch gathering during this Covid 19 pandemic. Here we are, all in lockdown, but it was not going to deter us from having some fun, even if we cannot meet after all these months of restrictions. Merrill Bate drives our weekly programme and tasked with coming up with creative ideas the Branch decided on a regimental style Zoom dinner with a twist. Wondering if this could be a strange affair, all sitting in front of each other just eating and all trying to talk, we needed to do something. Cue our renowned author Wendy H. Jones who wrote a murder mystery just for us, based on dining at the Queen Alexandra’s Training Centre, which most of us had attended in the ‘old days'.

                Wendy H Jones

Pat McKay and Marjorie Bandy preparing for the night.





The Jurassic Branch, being ambitious, invited our QARANC Association Chair, Col John Quinn and our Colonel Commandants; Col Carol Kefford and Col Kevin Davies with their respective guests. We were amazed they accepted and then panicked as it could have been a big damp squib. Would the IT work?









By the way, selfies are old hat now – screen shot pictures are all the rage in 2020.

The night kicked off with pre-dinner drinks and our Chair, Marjorie Bandy, welcomed everyone before an introduction to the night by Wendy and our usual fundraiser, a raffle held by our treasurer Dot Ritchie. Following the format and etiquette of a regimental dinner our secretary, Pat McKay, rang the dinner bell – when SUDDENLY, Brig Dame SG, looking like Cruella de Vil, was murdered! In came the local constabulary, Detective Inspector Karen Melling and Detective Sergeant Vivien Maiden, and it was time for the first course and more drinks.

And so, after Grace by Col The Very Reverent Terrence Fitzgibbon, the mystery unfolds. As the revelations continue it is apparent the QA’s serving and retired have been up to no good. The local constabulary could not solve the murder, so Chief Constable Wendy H Jones from the Scottish police had to be called in to reveal that Lt Col Merrill Bate was the murderer. This was a shock to us all, as Merrill was always seen as an upstanding QARANC officer with the highest integrity. Just goes to show!

The Murderer…….

Dame Sally was not all sweetness and light and it did not take us long before we moved on with the loyal toasts and speeches by the real Col John Quinn and Marjorie Bandy.

Well, it worked. It was a fun night, and everyone had made an effort to dress up and set the table mess dining style, but of course with a pc, keyboard and mouse on the table to be able to join in the virtual event.



Sadly, we had to cook our own food:

Pate with melba toast
Chicken/vegetarian casserole with vegetables
Lemon tart
Cheese and biscuits
Coffee and mince pies

Yes we had all cooked the same menu!

Of course no waiting staff, no mess sergeant to take control of the dinner; but Pat McKay did an amazing job of keeping us to the planned timings. No band either, but we did manage CD music at the right time: The Roast Beef of Old England at the call to dinner; the National Anthem for the loyal toasts to our Queen and our Colonel in Chief; finally the Corps March, Grey and Scarlett, over coffee and mince pies.

Well just like a mess dinner, after coffee everyone relaxed and the fun began. Although I can never remember everyone’s dogs suddenly joining us at the table in the mess! It was then most revealing to find that many of the guests had dressed in the zoom tradition, perfect from the waist up and rather relaxed from the waist down.

Yes slippers at dinner!

Who would have thought that three senior officers between them were wearing shorts and jeans, with two of them dressed in mess kit from the waist up. Still, no names here because as with all post mess dinners it was time to let our hair down. So, after an hour of reminiscing, time to leave Zoom and let our Zoom host, Kay Foster, go to bed. Phew, she did not have too many IT glitches.

List of Actors and Ranks for the Night (with a few promotions and demotions):
SG                                   Brig Dame SG
Wendy H Jones               Chief Constable Wendy H Jones
Terry Scriven                  Col The Very Reverent Terrence Fitzgibbon
Jan Westbury                  Lt Col Jan Westbury
Merrill Bate                    Lt Col Merrill Bate
Len Bate                        Wing Commander
Mike Kefford                  Brig Mike Kefford
Carol Kefford                 Col Carol Kefford
Domini Barrett              Major Domini Barrett
David Barrett                 Brig David Barrett
Vivien Maiden               Detective Sergeant Vivien Maiden
Karen Melling               Detective Inspector Karen Melling
Sue Shrimpton               Major Sue Shrimpton
Richard Shrimpton        Major Richard Shrimpton
Moira Dixon                  Major Moira Dixon
Judy Evans                    Col Judy Evans


Screen shot below of some of the actors and guests, many looking like they could have been the murderer!


At least with selfies one has the opportunity to smile.

On a personal note I would like to say that although our social lives have been severely restricted during this pandemic, Covid 19 has brought us closer together. Col John spoke about volunteering and how we are all volunteers and indeed as usual we were fundraising with our raffle. I felt as though I had a really good night out. Thank you to the Jurassic Branch and our guests.



Capt (Rtd) Jan Westbury on behalf of the QARANC Association Jurassic Coast Branch, known locally as The Dynamic Dinosaurs.





















Friday, 27 November 2020

A WEEKEND IN CHINA IN 1978 By Judy Evans


I was posted to the British Military Hospital in Hong Kong in September 1976. Two or three days later came the news of the death of the Chinese ruler, Mao Tse-tung (Mao Zedong). He had ruled for 27 years and under his dictatorship China was a completely closed country. During the following two years, there were gradual changes until in 1978 it become possible to visit by joining an organised tour.

I was working, on attachment, in HMS Tamar and the Queen Alexandra’s Royal Naval Nursing Service sister and I decided to seek permission to join such a tour. This was granted although security briefings were necessary both before and after travel and we were warned of possible problems which we might encounter. We had to obtain visas and told to keep our passports with us at all times.

We joined the tour at Hong Kong railway station for the journey up to Canton (now Guangzhou). The train was elderly but comfortable enough for the relatively short journey and we were regularly served cups of tea from a large thermos flask into china mugs as the journey progressed. We travelled through the New Territories and then had to disembark at the border for our papers to be checked and then on we went. We passed paddy fields with mainly women working in the fields, few cars but many bicycles and rickety, ancient lorries.

At last we reached our destination, the rather grand Canton railway station. I recall that there were approximately twelve people in our party with a guide from Hong Kong but we met our Chinese guide when we boarded the minibus which would transport us around the sights.

The highlight of the visit was undoubtedly Sun Yat -sen’s Memorial Hall which was obviously a place of huge pride. He had been the first chairman of the Republic of China and died in 1926 and the Hall was completed in 1931. It was indeed very impressive and surrounded by beautifully tended gardens. 






However, in these early days of tourism there was not much else to see. We did visit a couple of factories, one of which produced the tiniest clay figures of which I bought a couple which survive to this day. 

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We were taken to a state owned department store but there was little to buy. There were a few Chinese state owned department stores in Hong Kong with much more stock than here. Everything was poorly made and rather tacky. My impression is of crowded streets with people dressed in grey and many many bicycles. There was an attempt to tell us how good things were but the comparison with Hong Kong could not be denied. We were not encouraged to walk around without our guide. 

Our hotel was clean but very basic but what could we expect? Cantonese food is perhaps the least tasty of Chinese cuisine and back then even more so perhaps with congee which is a rice porridge and very bland at breakfast and meat and vegetables in a thin sauce with rice for the other two meals each day. The beer though was most satisfactory!

Being a tall Caucasian woman, I found myself being stared at quite a lot. I smiled and they tended to look away! We returned to Hong Kong where we were debriefed by a representative from the Intelligence Corps at HQ British Forces but we could report nothing out of the ordinary. We had met great courtesy throughout the visit but we were happy to get back to the hustle and bustle of capitalist Hong Kong from where I was to be posted a week or so later. I was fortunate to have been in the country when I was, as over the next few years China was to change out of all recognition.


Judy Evans

Friday, 20 November 2020

WET FEET - Rae Gunn

1984 a year to be remembered for so many different reasons, but a year for adventures and surprises and taking on the world. 


I’m going to go back a few months to the beginning of Autumn of 1983 - the year I turned 21 and the year I qualified as a State Enrolled Nurse (SEN). Today there is no such thing, but back then just over 2 years into becoming a QA I qualified along with the rest of the girls in our intake. I was on my first ward as a trained nurse at RAF Wroughton and many of us were starting to go our own way on separate postings for the first time leaving our friends behind ... at this point I was set to stay in my posting at Wroughton for the foreseeable future and I was happy ... Fast Forward to the end of October of this year and a close friend was heading down the road of getting married and had just received her first posting as a qualified nurse .... The Falkland Islands (new husband was heading to Ireland - not unusual in those days for husbands and wives to go in very different directions). To say she was distraught is an understatement.

So Fast Forward to April 1984 , and there I was stationed in the Falkland Islands, and had been there four full months, having volunteered to take her place, a decision I definitely do not regret.

With little time off while we were there, we found that there was never a dull day off to be had, and with very few girls amongst the troops at that time we were always invited to something on our days off and nights off, heading out for a party somewhere meant nice clothes and generally wellies, mine were yellow and had probably belonged to a few other QAs before myself.

So on this particular day we were invited to a Magical Mystery tour - just turn up they said - so turn up we did , our transport would be awaiting for us they said , and it was in the form of a helicopter - now it was a long time ago so I don’t recall the type I just remember getting on with the other girls very excited - fearless in those days to try something new, we flew over the islands loving the ride not a clue where we were to land - landing it turned out was not an option - they flew us out to sea , and then pointed out where were going , there in front and just breaking the surface was a nuclear submarine - what probably didn’t enter my mind at that point was how we were to get on board

Sometime later following what involved a harness a winch and a lot of encouragement to step out of a flying helicopter , I found myself inside the conning tower of the submarine - climbing down the ladder and eventually coming out inside the main body of the sub - now if I was to say that the inside of the conning tower is dark and the ladder does not go straight down and there were hands of guidance on the way down I am sure you will use your imagination - the days of men only at sea.





The sub was amazing, never could I have imagined how small it was inside and at what close quarters they lived .. our tour was fascinating, we listened to whale sonic wave sounds and were able to see where the nuclear war heads were stored in readiness. At this point knowing we were deep beneath the South Atlantic never crossed my mind - as we were technically still in a war zone we were not to stay on the surface for very long - whilst we were below the weather had turned and the surface was not a good place to be, as a submarine has very little stability when surfaced - but a small group of QA officers and junior ranks being accommodated overnight on board was not an option , not because of where we could be bunked for the night , but because we were woman - the thought for the crew was unthinkable ...

It was decided to bring the helicopter in even though the flying conditions weren’t great .....So here I was again heading this time up the conning tower , it was dark and I think they were very keen for us to leave as there felt like many, many hands pushing me from the rear end, shall we say, to ensure I kept moving upwards ... the sub was very, very unstable on the surface and the helicopter was hovering above , from somewhere in the dark as it was now late in the evening a winch and harness appeared and I was strapped in for the ride of my life - just as they started to winch the South Atlantic sea surged, the submarine rocked to the side and the helicopter dipped, not the best combination when its cold dark very windy and you are suspended somewhere in the middle dangling about in mid-air, or so I thought, with one big wave I found myself paddling far out to sea , boots and trousers now wet and freezing cold, bright lights shining from above, but thankfully still very much attached to the winch ...heading up I think I would be forgiven for thinking I was heading towards the ‘ Other’ light on this occasion ...but thankfully no .... once safely in the helicopter and all other members of our party were aboard the submarine went back below and we headed back to Stanley, on a total high from the day we had had , very tired and some of us rather wet ...

Rae Gunn
Former QARANC

Friday, 13 November 2020

REMEMBRANCE SERVICE - DEPARTMENT OF HEALTHCARE EDUCATION





During the year where everything has been cancelled or put on hold, DHE were determined to still go ahead with Remembrance Day commemorations by holding a virtual event for both the Chain of Command and Tri-service Nursing students across three years of training.

After an opening address by the OC DHE Major Burden, a recording was played from three retired QARANC nursing officers – Lt Col M Bate, Major K Foster and Captain J Westbury. They highlighted the vital role of military nurses during the Gulf War and the trials they faced caring for such a vast multitude of patients while also sharing their own personal views on events during the war. I believe this also provided a reflection for nursing students on how medicine has advanced so rapidly upon viewing the pictures that were shown to us and the stories which were shared.

There were also recordings from two past QARNNS nurses, R Webb and PONN J Nicholls who shared their own personal experiences from working as Naval nurses, their journeys in their military careers and, also their careers within the NHS after leaving the Royal Navy. This gave an insight to the opportunities available to military nurses during their careers with many opportunities for specialisms and motivation to those still in training.

At 11am, the last post was sounded and a two minutes silence was observed in order to remember those who have served and lost their lives in giving the ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms both during the First and Second World Wars and also more recent conflicts.

Several nursing students including myself also shared personal accounts of what Remembrance Day meant for us, with some students sharing pictures of them at military events and other in their clinical uniforms. Cpl Bushnell-Shilling also gave an insightful piece of the history of the poppy and its significance during Remembrance Day Commemorations.

It was a real joy to see the number of nursing students across the British Army, Royal Air Force and Royal Navy who were so willing to get involved in this event making it a Remembrance Day to remember in a year when the impact of COVID-19 has compromised so many events.



AB Leah B Badger Student Nurse QARNNS





2020:REMEMBERING THE FALLEN


The pre-Covid noise and bustle of the London street on which Westminster Abbey stands, the queuing traffic, the sounding of horns and the faces of frustrated car and van drivers. The exhaust fumes from the stationary traffic. Pedestrians walking quickly along the pavements, heads down, eyes focused on their phones. Everyone in such a hurry, wrapped up in their own world. 


If one stops to pause and look up at the splendour of Westminster Abbey, to take time to stand still and think about the building one might remember that within the walls of the Abbey there lies the Tomb of the Unknown Warrior. 




In 1920, it was proposed that the body of an unknown soldier, sailor or airman lying in an unmarked grave abroad be returned to England for burial in Westminster Abbey. This was to symbolise all those who had died for their country, but whose place of death was not known, or whose body remained unidentified.

It is generally agreed that between four and six bodies were exhumed from each of the main British battle areas on the Western Front on the night of 7 November 1920, and brought to the chapel at St Pol, in northern France. Each was covered with a Union Jack.

The commander of British troops in France and Flanders, Brigadier General Wyatt, picked one. This was placed in a coffin which was taken to Boulogne, where it was transported to Dover on HMS Verdun. The other bodies were reburied.

On the morning of 11 November 1920 - the second anniversary of the Armistice that ended World War One - the body of the Unknown Warrior was drawn in a procession to the Cenotaph. The Cenotaph a new war memorial on Whitehall, designed by Edwin Lutyens was then unveiled by King George V.

At 11 o'clock there was a two-minute silence, and the body of the Unknown Warrior was taken to Westminster Abbey where it was buried at the west end of the nave. The text inscribed on the tomb says 'They buried him among the kings, because he had done good toward God and toward his house'.

In the week after the burial an estimated 1,250,000 people visited the abbey, and the site is now one of the most visited war graves in the world.

Thousands of Navy, Army and RAF personnel have no known grave. The RAF memorial at Runnymede in Surrey is just one of thousands of war memorials in the UK. It is a place that provides the opportunity for quiet reflection as one walks along the colonnades pausing to look at the ranks and names of the 20276 men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice in the Second World War who have no known graves. They came from all parts of the Commonwealth.



As I stand at the gallery window and look out across to West London, I think about the hundreds of airplanes that fly every day over the memorial at Runnymede as they take off from and land at Heathrow. I wonder whether the passengers look out and realise that the freedom they have to travel freely across the world on business and leisure is only possible because of the sacrifice made by those whose names are listed on the memorial plaques.



Every year my husband, a retired RAF Officer, and I visit Runnymede to pay respects at the plaque listing his uncle Richard and the crew of his plane who were shot down in June 1940 by the Luftwaffe as they returned from defending the beaches of Dunkirk during the evacuation of British and other Allied forces in Europe. Their final resting place, a watery grave somewhere near Godwin Sands.

During last year’s visit we saw a group of children laying a Royal British Legion remembrance cross at each plaque and standing for a minute with their heads bowed. It was poignant moment.

Their teacher explained that he arranged for his pupils to do this every year because it was so important for everyone, especially those for whom WW2 is something they read about it in history books, to recognise the sacrifice made by so many.



‘When You Go Home, Tell Them of Us and Say,
For Your Tomorrow, We Gave Our Today.'


Lt Col (Retd) Merrill Bate ARRC 1980-2002: Served for 22 years in the Queen Alexandra’s Royal Army Nursing Corps.

Nursing Officer 1980-1982
Clinical Nurse Teacher 1982-1985
Nurse Tutor 1986-1990
Senior Nurse Tutor 1990-1996
Head of Army Nurse Education 1996-1999
Head of School of Healthcare Studies, Royal Defence Medical College 1999-2002
NHS Leadership and Talent Management Consultant 2003 -2016

Friday, 6 November 2020

Remembering Remembrance by Merrill Bate

 

REMEMBERING REMEMBRANCE
    
It’s October 1984 and in the midst of a posting to the Queen Elizabeth Military Hospital (QEMH) I get summoned to Matron’s office, why I wonder? Funny how I always think I’ve done something wrong when summoned to the ‘top corridor’! To my relief it’s good news. I have been selected to be one of the 8 QAs who will be representing the Corps at the Festival of Remembrance at the Royal Albert Hall. What an honour.

There are 4 of us from the QEMH who will be joined by 4 QAs from the Louise Margaret Maternity and Cambridge Military Hospitals. Unfortunately, I didn’t know anybody who had been part of ‘The Muster’ but I did know that my marching skills needed some serious practice. I hadn’t marched anywhere since my Passing Out Parade in June 1980. Help!

Assistance came from the RSM who soon had the 4 of us marching everywhere. He was determined that we would not let the QAs down. Every day for a week the RSM had us marching up and down the car park, through the hospital and up the stairs, along the corridor (goodness knows what the patients coming back from lunch in the Patients Dining Room thought) and back down the stairs. Again, and again. “Left, right, left right”. “Don’t look down when you are coming down the stairs”. “Look up”. “Keep in Step” were words that rang in my ears every day.

Uniforms were inspected. A new grey ward dress was ordered and my best Tippet dry cleaned. My best white veil was starched with copious amounts of Dip and carefully pressed before being stored flat. My shoes were polished by one of the RAMC Nurse Tutors so they looked like mirrors and just in case many pairs of ‘pearl grey’ tights were purchased from M&S!

The Thursday before the ‘big day’ we were joined by the “Aldershot 4” and the RSM really began to work us hard. He had 1 day to whip us into shape as a squad – forget teaching or nursing duties - every hour was spent rehearsing.

Friday saw us at the Royal Albert Hall for rehearsals. We quickly realised that although we were very accomplished at marching down the stairs at the QEMH the steps at the Albert Hall were completely different.




So, to the amusement of many we practised marching along the circular corridor outside the main auditorium, up and down stairs. Friday: practice, practice, rehearsal 1. Saturday: practice, practice, dress rehearsal and then…...

As the last of the Royal Navy contingent make their way down the steps into the auditorium the heartbeat quickens. We begin to march on the spot remembering that the London District RSM said this was a good way to ensure we didn’t falter on the first step. Left, right, left, right, keeping in time to the music. We inch forward slowly. We are standing in formation lining the corridor behind the 2nd Battalion Coldstream Guards and the Gurkha’s.

We are nearly ‘on’. Help! There’s no going back now. Must not let the Corps down.

Raymond Baxter announces “The Army”.

We’re on!

…… and we did it. In step all the way down the stairs, across the auditorium floor




and up the stairs again taking our places beside the Gurkha’s.




A sigh of relief and a quick look up at the box where my parents were seated. My mother was dabbing her eyes with a tissue and my father, a WW2 veteran, well I think you can imagine how proud he was!


“They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: age shall not weary them, not the tears condemn. 

At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them” (L.Binyon) 


What an honour and privilege and a memory which will stay with me forever. 


Afternote: there is a recording of the QAs contribution to the 1984 Festival of Remembrance available on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fN8mzNqIwaw





Lt Col (Retd) Merrill Bate ARRC 1980-2002: Served for 22 years in the Queen Alexandra’s Royal Army Nursing Corps.
Nursing Officer 1980-1982
Clinical Nurse Teacher 1982-1985
Nurse Tutor 1986-1990
Senior Nurse Tutor 1990-1996
Head of Army Nurse Education 1996-1999
Head of School of Healthcare Studies, Royal Defence Medical College 1999-2002
NHS Leadership and Talent Management Consultant 2003 -2016
















Friday, 30 October 2020

A letter from a soldier in the Falkland’s War - 23rd June Port Stanley 1982 (submitted by Kay Foster)




This week we have a real treat on the blog. A glimpse into the life of a soldier in the Falklands War. This letter was written to Kay Foster from her friend Andy Mortimer. 

Dear Kay,

Many thanks for the postcard, yes I am looking forward to seeing Exmouth again. Got to Port Stanley yesterday after being on the Canberra doing the POW run to Argy land. When they came on board first they smelt just like the school house at Cusichaca! Two weeks ago, as I’am sure you know already, we were hit as we waited to go ashore from the Sir Galahad. But being where I should be I escaped with a single hair and a large burn hole in my waterproof. Had I been where I should have been I wouldn’t be writing this. Thanks to your first aid lessons at least one soldier got away alive who wouldn’t have had I not known what I was doing - only two medics got out. The whole thing was a mess - a mess that got 25 of my mates killed. We were left in daylight for eight hours without air cover! There was hardly any warning just someone screaming Air Raid Warning Red! Air Raid - he never finished. A 500lb bomb came through the wall about 15ft away from me and carried on through two more walls and floors where it exploded. The guy stood behind me was killed. I didn’t have time to panic or be scared. Even after I got out I had to go back again to bring some others out the smoke was so thick you could walk on it.

Lucky every other man was carrying a 1 litre Hartmans Drip - these faded a lot of the guys with burns. later on today we’re going back to “Bluff Cove” by “chopper’ for a memorial service. Then the wreck of the ship will be towed out to sea and sunk as an official war grave.

I lost nearly all my kit - I got away in what I was wearing. The lads from 2 PARA who put us up for the night in their sleeping shed were fantastic. some of them stayed up all night making us tea. Next day we were “choppered” out to HMS Intrepid where we rested and issued with new kit.

Don’t know how long before we get home but in the meantime we are doing a northern Ireland type job in Stanley- patrolling- chatting up the locals - checking possible booby traps etc. Mines are still a big problem - they won’t let us use the Argies to find them! Looking after the POW’s was a bit like giving treatment to the people in Cusichaca who had stolen from us - crazy!

Still that’s life - that’s war, and I’ve had enough of this one for the moment. Not sure when I’ll be home - about six weeks they say - we’ll see. Hope to see you then.

Give my love to Exmouth.

Love and best wishes,

Andy

Footnote: L/Cpl Andy Mortimore REME and I were on an archaeological expedition in the Andes Peru 1981 thus his referral to Cusichaca, also one of the Argentina POW worked on the camp with us and Andy recognised him when he escorting the POW back. I had the pleasure of travelling on a return trip on the Sir Galahad in 1979 from Hong Kong to Brunei.

Please note, this letter has been in two books, so is already in the public domain and we have the permission of all parties to reproduce it here. 

Friday, 23 October 2020

Medical Cover in the Peruvian Andes - by Kay Foster





While serving with the QARANC in 1981, my Matron, Col Anderson, offered me one of the many opportunities of a lifetime. An expedition to Peru. As a QA Nursing Officer, I was to provide medical cover to an Archaeological Expedition at an ancient Inca site high up in the Andes and 3 days walk from the famous fortified Inca settlement Machu Picchu.

The 1981 Expeditionary force consisted of about 70 archaeological students from the UK and USA, together with a British Military team of 8 with various skills to support Dr. Ann Kendall and her workforce.

The Military team flew into Lima and then after a short break we set off on a two-day day, three- night journey, living and sleeping on the local bus to Cuzco. There was nothing luxurious about the bus. The seats were basic and barely attached to the body work. No toilet facilities, so the drivers were asked to halt for loo stops. At these times they would rev the engine impatiently, not a relaxing experience. During the journey many of the locals would hold their children in the potty position, and by the end of the journey the bus was a disgusting toilet.

On arriving at Cusco high in the Andes, above the "high altitude zone”, feeling tired and unwashed, my first patient was waiting for me. The 2IC of the military team had confusion, bladder retention and had developed altitude sickness, so I stayed up all night nursing him. The local doctor visited, prescribed treatment and the next day I flew with him back to Lima. After a few days rest he returned to the UK and that was the end of his tour in Peru.

We then all moved on mass to our home in the Andes, nestled beside Cusichaca, a remote place with old Inca ruins. We had the mammoth task of carrying 8 tons of equipment over the Urubamba River on an oraya, a wooden platform suspended by overhead cables. We then set up tents, dug toilets and erected washing facilities etc. for 70 people.

Medical cover varied from day to day with mostly diarrhoea and vomiting within the team. On a number of occasions, with volunteer Cpl Andy Mortimer’s help, I set up 24 hr drip treatments for dehydration. There was also a daily queue of locals requiring treatments of antibiotics and Panadol.

  


There were, however, more serious accidents, as shown in the photograph below, where a local man fell down a terrace and a stick pierced his trachea. We stopped the local night train to transport him to a hospital in Cusco where he made a good recovery. Whilst his relatives looked at the stars hoping to tell his fortune. 


We lived under canvas for five months, ate under the stars surrounded by the snow capped Andes mountains, washed from water drained from the river with crude but effective shower facilities. The student UK/US archaeologist team were often joined by other nationalities. People arriving at camp and in exchange for lodgings would work on the Inca dig. This is how we met one young man from Argentina, who would the next year become our enemy, when enlisted to fight in the Falklands War.
     


It was the following year L/Cpl. Andy Mortimer was deployed to the Falkland Islands War and survived the bombing of the Sir Galahad Ship when left exposed to the Argentina Air Force. The young, enlisted Argentinian from the dig was captured during the war. At that time L/ Cpl. Andy was one of the British troops escorting prisoners and incredibly they recognised one another. Andy later sent me a letter of his experience of the Falklands War which I submitted to the Imperial War Museum and this was subsequently published in two book ‘Letters from the Front Line’ by Andrew Roberts and ‘Dead Men Rising’ by Toby Harnden. The letter will also be posted on this blog site next.



Author Bio

Major M Kay Foster 1977-1996: Served for 18 years in the Queen Alexandra Royal Army Nursing Corp.

British Military Hospitals: Queen Elizabeth Military Hospital Woolwich, Hong Kong, Nepal, Munster, Cambridge Military Hospital Aldershot.

5 Months Expedition to the Andes , Peru.

Exchange officer with the Canadian armed forces, Ottawa & \Cold Lake Alberta.

Falklands Islands Matron.

Wales – WSLO.

QATC - Company Commander - NCO recruits.

Gulf War1 22Field/33General Hospital.

Inservice Training Officer CMH.



Friday, 16 October 2020

Gulf War 1 - A Quickie Wedding - by Jan Westbury


In December 1990 I was stationed with 33 Field Hospital in Al Jubail, Saudi Arabia, as the nursing officer in charge of the tented low dependency ward. Matron selected me to return to the UK for a few days to speak to the reinforcements, together with a major whose wife was about to give birth, to prepare the troops for their deployment. I had not wanted to leave my team, but there was not a choice! However, off I went. We flew back as just two passengers on a British Airways jumbo jet, with seats in First Class to ourselves, but without the perks.

I arrived in the UK late on 30 December, to be joined by my fiancée on New Year's Eve, where he had organised leave from his army post in Germany. This was not easy, as he was on duty over Christmas and New Year and had to find someone to cover. It was a difficult time for him as he was one of the few husbands not deployed. How times have changed.

To my surprise he had arranged for us to be married, but I couldn’t, as I was speaking to the troops in Chester on the planned day! Being the determined man he is, he managed to arrange for the registrar to marry us on his day off and before the civic offices officially opened.

I bought a black wedding dress in Swindon, as we were driving past on our way to Cheltenham. Unusual colour, but as it went with my QA handbag and shoes, perfect. However, the black handbag was not needed as a close friend had arranged a beautiful bouquet with just a day’s notice.


On a cold January morning we arrived with close friends to find the civic offices closed and my fiancée panicking. Of course, we were very early. All was well and we were married.

We had a wedding breakfast with three friends and their young children at the beautiful Corse Lawn Country hotel, where we had our one-night honeymoon. The children had made me a beautiful white iced sponge wedding cake, with pretty pink writing and decoration.

I bought two wedding cakes from Marks and Spencer’s, as there was just time to pop in and tell my parents and celebrate before returning to active service, with the other wedding cake for my fellow officers and ward staff.





The CO and Matron were at the airport in Saudi to greet us and all the new arrivals. I was as happy as can be as a newlywed until Matron took me to one side and asked if it was correct I had married? My heart then skipped a beat when he commented, with a very grave face, that I had not sought his permission. For a moment I wondered if my marriage was going to be null and void! After seeing the horror on my face, he smiled and congratulated me and said how the news had cheered everyone up. However, the RSM was very disappointed I had married a xxxxxx. I couldn't possibly write the nickname used for the Royal Military Police.

Everyone seemed so happy for me and it added to my happiness. My prayers at our Sunday service always included a plea to return home safely and have some married life.

Unfortunately, my army career was cut short. The priority for me was to be with my husband in Germany, but the reality in those days was that Matron was unable to offer me a posting and definitely not at Wegberg, as that was the RAF. I could have led the way.

Nearly 30 years married now and depending on Covid 19 restrictions we are hoping to return to Corse Lawn Country Hotel for our anniversary. It is still owned by the same family and continues to have wonderful reviews.


Former Capt. Jan Westbury TA, Regular Service and Reserve 1987-1997.

Friday, 9 October 2020

Operation Driver 1994 - by Judy Evans

 




Operation Driver was a, now rather forgotten, deployment to Kuwait in response to Iraq’s movement of troops south towards Kuwait’s border in October 1994.

I was Matron of 22 Field Hospital from 1993-95 and had never deployed on operations before, except to Northern Ireland in 1982. The unit was tasked to provide a Medical Support Troop (MST) in support of 45 Commando (Cdo) Group (Gp) Royal Marines (RM) with 72 hrs notice to move. The unit of 25 personnel was to provide a field hospital of 25 beds and an operating facility. Normally the Matron would not have deployed with a unit of this size but I was keen to go and the Commanding Officer (CO) was eventually persuaded.

The equipment required to build a hospital under canvas and its personnel were rapidly prepared and we travelled via Cyprus to Kuwait on 15 October by Hercules aircraft.

Our initial accommodation with the rapidly growing 45 Cdo Gp was in Al-Jahra Camp which was a Kuwaiti Army Camp, badly damaged during the war in 1991 and not repaired. Living accommodation was in leaking buildings or under canvas and yes, it does rain in Kuwait in October, as I found to my cost.

After a couple of days sanitary facilities in the camp were stretched to the limit and as temperatures reached 38 degrees centigrade during the day, it was vital that a suitable location for the MST was a priority.

The OC and I visited the Kuwaiti Military Hospital but despite much courtesy received no assistance. We finally negotiated generous facilities at Al-Jahra Hospital. This was a civilian 500 bed hospital in the working class town of Al-Jahra to the west of Kuwait City and was tactically in a good location for the defence of Kuwait from the north. They had already closed 150 beds in preparation for a possible conflict and were able to offer the MST a ward as well as staff accommodation. Other facilities which required separate negotiations were X-Ray, Physiotherapy, Theatre time and Pharmacy.

Fortunately, the tense political situation was soon diffused as Iraq moved its troops north again, and until we were able to return home, we offered hospital facilities to US, Kuwaiti and British soldiers.

The staff of the MST comprised a Field Surgical Team, 5 Registered Nurses, 9 Combat Medical Technicians, an Environmental Health Technician, Medical Supply Technician and a Driver, all organised by an administrative SNCO.

Acclimatisation did not take long and casualties were few. The Kuwaiti soldiers who were referred to us provided a challenge as far as language and culture were concerned. Most were wary of us at first but soon settled and proved to be generous and charming. Their visitors brought in jugs of sweet tea, which they offered us and huge boxes of chocolates which might have explained a high incidence of type 2 diabetes. The language problem was overcome by the presence of a local nurse on duty with us. The majority of the nurses in the hospital were Filipino, Bangladeshi or Egyptian, closely monitored by departmental Matrons, the Director of Nursing, who was very wary of us, and her assistants. My role was to lead the nursing staff on the ward rather than use my clinical specialty in theatre.

Theatre time was generously given when required and it was interesting to note that the set up was similar to what we were used to. The hospital administration system was frustrating to use and although we used our own field medical documentation we were also forced to use their system as well.

Their working day was from 0700 hrs to 1400 hrs so non-urgent investigations could not take place outside these hours.

We were well cared for by the Hospital Administrator, a charming man who ensured we were well fed although the diet of chicken and rice did begin to pall after a few weeks. We did PT five times a week in the early morning. Females had to do it early anyhow so as not to upset local sensitivities but that was acceptable as it was too hot later in the day.

As the threat diminished, opportunities for R and R arose. Invitations were received from various expatriate quarters, who were very grateful for our being there. We were able to use sports facilities in two hotels and the US Army recreation centre at Doha Camp.

President Clinton visited in mid November, after which it became evident that all troops would be home by Christmas. Working within a civilian hospital and treating Kuwaiti soldiers, we had a unique opportunity to experience at first hand another culture and realised very quickly how different and at times how difficult it is to understand.

I was nominated second in command as I was the only officer from the permanent staff of 22 Field Hospital and, depending on my duties on the ward, often attended daily briefings given at the HQ 45 Cdo Gp so learnt a lot in that respect but above all I was very grateful to have been given the opportunity to join a deployment which I would not normally have done.