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 Surrender of the Japanese; Angels Sing; Informal call; Reverie; 

"Army Sister" by VFX94085

THE SURRENDER OF THE JAPANESE

For the first week or two in August news of the Japs' expected acceptance of the surrender terms, formulated at Potsdam, resulted in a slackening down of offensive operations. It was designed to avoid as much as possible loss of valued Australian lives: the "Cease Fire" might be sounded at any time. This was, roughly, the position when, on the 15th of August, at 9 a.m. in Australian Eastern Standard time, the announcement of surrender was made by the leaders of the Allied nations.

For the next week or so the spotlight once more turned on General Douglas MacArthur, who was appointed Supreme Allied Commander and who was entrusted w
Surrender in H.M.S. Glory

First of these took place on the 6th of September in St George's Channel between New  Britain and New Ireland in  the British aircraft carrier H.M.S. Glory. The General Officer Commanding First Australian Army (Lieutenant-General V. A. H. Sturdee) accepted the surrender of Lieutenant-General
Imamura and Vice-Admiral Kusaka, who were in command of about 139,000 Japs in New Britain, New Ireland, New Guinea, the Solomons and adjacent islands.

At the head of the gangway the Japanese party was met by the deck officer (Lieutenant-Colonel L. K. Shave), the master-at-arms and a guard of Royal Marines. The party was disarmed and their name cards collected. Soon afterwards the ship's company paraded in two ranks on the flight deck of the carrier. On the starboard side of the flight deck had been placed a table and behind it stood General Sturdee. On either side of him and a little to the rear were Major-General K. W. Eather, General Officer Commanding Eleventh Division, and the commander of the Glory (Captain W. Buzzard, R.N.) Nearby were the interpreter (Captain Worth, and N. J. F. Wright, personal assistant to the G.O.C., holding the surrender documents and high-ranking Navy, Army and Air Force officers.

General Imamura, a squat, middle-aged officer, halted before the table and saluted. He was instructed to hand over his sword which he did by placing it on the table in front of General Sturdee.

The terms of surrender, other orders, and instructions were then read and translated. On receiving orders to sign the document General Imamura explained through interpreters that he could not sign also for the Japanese Navy. This point was quickly settled by the ordering of Admiral Jininchi Kusaka to sign for the Navy. The Japanese were handed Japanese lettering brushes for signing. General Imamura added his signature in English, below the Japanese characters.

Three copies were signed, one for Australia, one for H.M.S. Glory, and the third for the Japanese. The document was completed by the affixing of General Sturdee's signature.

General Imamura made a speech in Japanese which was translated sentence by sentence. It was to the effect that the Japanese appreciated the consideration which had been shown to them and that they would immediately implement the orders given by the Australian commander.

General Sturdee and his officers then left the flight deck and the Japanese party returned to their temporary quarters by means of the aft aircraft lift, on which they made a Mephistophelean-like descent into the bowels of the ship.

During the ceremony the flag of the Australian general (a Union Jack with the Royal Cipher centred) flew from the mast - an unusual sight on a British ship.

Seventh Division accept surrender

In the Balikpapan area, under the control of the General Officer Commanding Seventh Division (Major-General E. J. Milford), the whole of the Japanese forces in Dutch Borneo, led by a naval officer, Admiral Kamada, complied with the surrender orders on the 8th of September.

Representatives of all the Allied services operating in Balikpapan were aboard the Australian frigate H.M.A.S. Burdekin at the rendezvous fifty miles north of Balikpapan, off the mouth of the Mahakam River delta.

HMAS Burdekin (K 376) on the day of the surrender. Burdekin was a River Class frigate. (Note: this images did not appear in the original book).

The Japanese emissaries arrived on time, passed between the lines of the cutlass party and stood before the official table, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

General Milford, accompanied by the commander of the Burdekin, Lieutenant-Commander T. S. Marchington, R.N.R., walked briskly to the table, returned the salutes of the staff officers, turned and faced the Japs, grimly but triumphantly.

The Japs stood rigidly to attention in their dirty jungle uniforms and saluted the leader of the men who had helped to bring about their defeat. The salute was ignored by the general, who immediately got down to the business in hand. The Japanese admiral intimated that he understood and was prepared to accept the surrender terms. He was ordered to sign the document and to place his sheathed sword on it in token of surrender. The order was complied with, the Jap admiral looking the picture of abject misery as he stepped back.

Overhead the sky was filled with cavorting aircraft, zooming, climbing and diving and one victory roll followed another.

Straight talking to Japanese

On Morotai Island, headquarters of the Australian forces in the Netherlands East Indies, before an assembly of more than 10,000 of the Allied forces the Commander-in-Chief of the Australian Military Forces (General Sir Thomas Blamey) accepted on the 9th of September the formal surrender of all Japanese in the eastern half of the Netherlands East Indies. The instrument of surrender was signed by Lieutenant-General Teshi-ma, commander of the Japanese Second Army, comprising about 126,000 Japanese.

The ceremony was staged at the fourth side of a hollow square wherein the Japanese entourage, dwarfed by their stalwart guard, waited in crestfallen silence.

General Blarney, accompanied by his senior staff officers, arrived and read the terms of surrender to the Japanese.

On being ordered to sign the document General Teshima saluted, unbuckled his sword and, after bowing, proffered it as the token of a beaten foe. He sat down and signed deliberately and unhurriedly, rose and again saluted. Signatures were then added by the Japanese naval officers Captain Torn Oyama and Captain Minoru Toyama.

General Blarney then signed, indicating acceptance of the surrender, and made a strong speech, directed at the delegation but his words expressed the feelings of the Australian army. He said:

"In receiving your surrender I do not recognize you as an honourable and gallant foe, but you will be treated with due but severe courtesy in all matters.

"I recall the treacherous attack on our ally, China. I recall the treacherous attack upon the British Empire and upon the United States of America in December 1941, at a time when your authorities were making the pretence of ensuring peace between us. I recall the atrocities inflicted upon the person of our nationals as prisoners of war and internees, designed to reduce them by punishment and starvation to slavery.

"In the light of these evils I will enforce most rigorously all orders issued to you, so let there be no delay or hesitation in their fulfilment at your peril.

"The Jap navy has been destroyed. The Jap merchant fleet has been reduced to a mere fraction. The Jap armies have been beaten everywhere and all that remained for them was to await their total destruction. Japanese cities lie in waste and Japanese industry has been destroyed. Never before in history has so numerous a nation been so completely defeated.

"To escape the complete destruction of the nation, the Emperor of Japan has yielded to the Allied forces, and an instrument of total surrender has been signed in his name. He has charged you to obey the orders which I shall give you.

"In carrying out these orders the Japanese army and navy organization will be retained for convenience. Instructions will be issued by the designated Australian commanders to the commanders of the respective Japanese forces, placing upon you and your subordinate commanders the responsibility for carrying out your Emperor's directions to obey all orders given by me to you.

"You will ensure that all Allied personnel, prisoners of war or internees in Japanese hands are safeguarded and nourished and delivered over to Allied commanders. You will collect, lay down and safeguard all arms, ammunition and instruments of war until such time as they are taken over by
the designated Australian commanders. You will be given adequate time to carry this out. "An official date will be named and any Japanese found in possession, after that date, of any arms, ammunition or instrument of war of any kind will be dealt with summarily by the Australian commander on the spot."

Other surrenders

Next of the Japanese forces required formally to accept the surrender terms was the  Japanese Thirty-seventh Army  led by Lieutenant-General Baba Masao. Twelve minutes were all that was required for the purpose.

Major-General G. F. Wootten, General Officer Commanding Ninth Division, was seated in his residence on Labuan with senior members of his staff when the Japanese were presented to him. He ordered the surrender of their swords and the signing of the document accepting the terms.

With the Japanese signatures affixed, General Wootten ordered a victory salute of 101 guns. On the order the salute was fired in each centre occupied by our forces throughout British Borneo.


Surrender was made by the Japanese forces in Dutch Timor to Brigadier Lewis Dyke, who was the commander of a force sent to occupy the Island. Arrangements had been made for the Japanese leader and his staff to come aboard H.M.A.S. Moresby, the flagship of the convoy bearing the force, in Koepang Harbour. Colonel Kaida Tatsuichi, in command of the Timor Japanese, signed the document, seated at a table on the quarter-deck of the ship. He gripped his sword between his knees, listened to the orders and instructions read out to him. After the signing he and his officers surrendered their swords.

On the following day, the 12th of September, General Itagaki, the Japanese commander in Malaya, signed for the surrender of all Japanese forces in South-east Asia at the behest of Admiral Lord Louis Mountbatten in Singapore.

The General Officer Commanding Sixth Division (Major-General H. C. H. Robertson) called a parade of representatives of every unit of his division on the 13th of September, when a simple ceremony was staged on the Wom airstrip. The Japanese, headed by the commander of the Japanese Eighteenth Army (Lieutenant-General Adachi), arrived in jeeps at the southern end of the strip and moved slowly forward until they were twenty yards in front of the table at which General Robertson was seated. The instrument of surrender was read by the interpreter to Adachi, who then affixed his signature. It was completed by the addition of the Australian general's signature. The Japanese officers then handed over their swords, placing them on the table.

The final surrender ceremonies in which Australians were prominently concerned were those in which the Japanese commanders at Nauru and Ocean Island surrendered their forces to Brigadier J. R. Stevenson (11th Brigade) on the quarter-deck of H.M.A.S. Diamantina. On the 13th of September Captain Hisayuki Soeda, in command of Japanese forces on Nauru, and five staff officers surrendered their swords to Brigadier Stevenson, who read the terms of surrender and had them translated Into Japanese.

The document was signed by the Japanese and Brigadier Stevenson who accepted it on behalf of the Commonwealth of Australia.

At Ocean Island on the 1st of October the Brigadier accepted Lieutenant-Commander Nahoomi Suzuki's surrender of the Jap garrison.

As this book was handed to the printer estimates of surrendered Japanese combatant, and civilians in the Australian Command area were: Army and Navy, 255,500; civilian. Formosans and other auxiliaries, 79,500.

"SX1011"

AT LAST

  • We're sorta dazed-like-dunno wot ter do, 
    • An' yet, it's right! It mus' be bloomin' true! 
    • The 'Un 'as 'ad it! Bent 'is flamin' knee 
    • An' us? They've gone an' turned us loose. We're FREE !
  • It takes some gettin' used ter-cripes, it's queer, 
    • We'd been ole Addie's guests fer nigh four year, 
    • An' then, jist overnight a bloke might say, 
    • Our fellers cum-an' we wuz on the way.
  • At firs', it kinda scared us 'cawse it seemed 
    • Exactly like we'd orften gorn an' dreamed. 
    • An' if some coot 'ad shook us, an' we'd woke 
    • An' found we'd dreamt this-'Struth, we would 'ave broke.
  • But this lot's dinkum-not a bloomin' doubt. 
    • We've 'ad things give us, day in, an' day out. 
    • The bonza grub we gits-by cripes it's nice. 
    • We thinks uv Jerry spuds, an' backs up twice.
  • An' then they rigs us out orl new an' neat,
    • Wiv 'ats. an' strides, an' boots till we're complete.
    • Then gives us ribbons, puts stripes on our sleeve,
    • Then sez. "Right! Orf yer goes! Fourteen days' leave!"
  • An so we've bin around most everywhere; 
    • We've played two-up wiv Nelson on the Square; 
    • We've listened ter them jokers in 'Yde Park
    • 'S like Yarra Bank on Sundays when they bark.
  • We went an' seen the waxworks-orl the dummies
    • An' couldn't tell the live 'uns from the brummies. 
    • We stood an' gazed fer nigh on 'arf an 'our 
    • At model one-two-four-'twas Eisen'ower.
  • We sampled uv the cups wot bloomin' cheer, 
    • Tho' someone 'ad ter tell us it wuz beer! 
    • We met the shellas - luv'ly - orl the lot! 
    • An' some pore cows got 'Itched up on the spot.
  • An' now we're orl impatient-can't sit still; 
    • Uv trav'lin' round-I guess we've 'ad our fill. 
    • Ter only one more spot we wish ter roam, 
    • That's way Down Under-beats the lot-it's 'Ome !

"VX2403"

"At Last" was written by an Australian P.O.W. upon his return to England after the fall of Germany. He also wrote "The Prisoners' Prophecy" which appears in this volume.

"Not at all old man, I insist it was entirely my fault"

THE ANGELS SING

WHEN they reached the other side of the creek they sat down on the bank and rested, and the ripples their dragging legs had left in the water floated downstream and again the creek top was smooth and shining in the the light that was left from the day.

There were four of them and three were dirtily bearded and the fourth was clean-faced and young and they were all tired and heavy in the mind.

They sat with their rifles over their knees and the water dripped from their trouser legs on to their boots and down on to the creek bank and back into the creek to follow the ripples downstream and they didn't bother to speak.

They didn't bother to speak because after days' wandering lost through the hills and valleys they had said almost everything there was to say and only spoke now when it was really necessary.

They had lost the patrol on the side of Mal-Mal after they had run into the bunch of Japs and Kempis; when they had struck down into the Sandsa Valley, keeping contact until nightfall, until the intermittent firing died away and they were lost.

It darkened as they rested. Along the creek, down between the hills, the greens became indistinct as they gathered the blacks around them and on the tops the last of the greys pushed out from the jungle to go where the sun colours hid at night to wait for the dawn next day.

The three men and the boy who did not yet need to shave sat with their backs into each other for support, and the youngster started to whistle.

"Ease up," Curley said. "Cut out the whistling and listen to the quiet."

"How can you hear quiet?"

"Listen. You'll hear it."

And they all sat there for half an hour and listened to the quiet until one of them said, "You got any idea where we might be, Curley?"

"Yeah," Curley said. "We're by the side of a little creek between two hills somewhere in the centre of New Britain."

"You don't know?"

"No".

"Ain't you got no idea at all?" a voice asked.

"I'm heading to where I think 'A' Company positions are," Curley told them. "But don't rely on it. I'm a lance-corporal, not a genius."

"Um," the young, boy said and uncrossed his legs.

They sat for another half hour and waited until the night light came, then Curley said:

"Let's push up the hill a bit and doss down till the morning."

"What's wrong with stopping here?" The
voice at his elbow sounded tired and disinterested, as though it did not care whether it got an answer or not.

"I don't like these creek beds," Curley told the voice. "The Japs are too fond of them and the snakes crawl around at night."

"Mere details," the voice said. "I'm tired."

"If we push up the hill we might strike some natives. Then we'll know where we are," and Curley stood up and the other three stood up after him and pushed their rifles across their shoulders and Curley led the way up the hill.

Their heavy boots caught on vines and tree roots and they stumbled and creepers wiped across their faces and pulled at their hats and shirts and they tramped farther up the hill and it started to drizzle,~ fine, swishing rain.

"Let's hold it here," the young boy called. "Let's doss here for the night."

"Just a bit farther on," Curley called back and his thighs quivered as he took each step and behind him thighs quivered and bodies fought to pull boots up and put them down again.

And they moved slowly up the hill and the rain stopped. The rain stopped and it was quiet. Except for the sloshing of their boots it was quiet with no rain swishing, and then they heard the singing.

At first it was so soft that it was hardly any sound at all and the three men and the boy stopped and listened and all about them they could hear it. Softly, voices in harmony coming from all places in the jungle, distinct, yet not so quiet-breaking as even the swishing rain had been.

Three men and a boy listened to the melody and with the melody they heard the words, 

"Harka helald angel sing, Glory do a new bon Ting", 

and it crept softly through the jungle and hardly broke the quiet.

"We must be just outside Heaven," the young boy said.

"'Either that or a native village." Curley spoke softly as he listened and he repeated the music words to himself in pidgin, "Listen 'im angel blong top sing."

Then the quivering legs picked up the boots again and put them down with more precision and they climbed on up the hill. The singing came closer as they climbed until they seemed to be climbing right into it and then they saw the lights.

And when they saw the lights they, saw the ring of natives with the fire-glow playing on their black bodies and lighting up the flowers in their hair and the mission-boy in the centre of the ring, by the fire, dressed in a white lap-lap and beating a stick in time to the singing.

"And a man tramped through the hills for days and forgot all about it," Curley said.

The young boy who didn't shave was at his shoulder and he said, "Forgot what, Curley?"

"Forgot the day. It's Christmas Eve."

And the two men and the boy said, "So it is," together and somebody said, "Merry Christmas, fellows," and they all said, "Yes, Merry Christmas," and the young boy started humming, then joined in the singing, "Christ was born in Bethlehem."

Curley said, "You sing better than you whistle," and he put his arm around the young one's shoulder and the mission-boy in the white lap-lap heard them move in the darkness and he peered into the black and saw the hats and faces and he smiled and beckoned with his stick.

"NX73132"

INFORMAL CALL

You just can't startle some blokes! I was working on an iron roof, a bit more rusted than I had thought. Stepped on to a weak part and went through, just managing to grasp a beam with one hand as I fell. I looked down, and found the "Old Man" looking up, his face about two feet below my dangling boots. "Hullo, laddie," he said. "Dropping in for a chat? "

"QX40857"

"Come now, Sergeant- They don't mean it".

REVERIE OF A SOLDIER

  • Now it is evening. In this quiet hour
    • A vague wind stirs the palms along the beach,
    • Plucking with tentative fingers at green fronds....
  • There were old days before the time when we 
    • Cast off the tattered remnants of our youth 
    • And donned our manhood, when our fives flowed smooth, 
    • Unrippled by the tempests of a war. 
    • Those days are done. There only now remain 
    • Dear memories in our hearts of long-lost loves.
  • Of windswept autumn rains on window-panes, 
    • Gusty and boisterous; and children's laughter; 
    • The swallows' nests beneath the western eaves; 
    • The barefoot urchin with wide dreaming eyes, 
    • Driving his cows home in late afternoon, 
    • Staying to wonder at some miracle 
    • Of swallow's flight. White tablecloths, and glass 
    • And silver glimmering in soft candle-light, 
    • And such roast beef as nourished England's men 
    • These many hundred years. Green lawns, trim hedges; 
    • The calm of country churches, voices raised 
    • In praise to God, or hushed in quiet prayer; 
    • The laughing eyes and lips of love we knew; 
    • And books and pipes by winter hearths at home.
  • Such dreams we keep for ever in our hearts, 
    • For they will serve to keep our purpose high 
    • And strong our stern resolve to win again 
    • The lost and lovely things of long ago. 
    • They are bright stars to guide us through the gloom 
    • Of desolate nights in far unfriendly lands, 
    • Across the bridges of the days to come, 
    • Beyond the memories of the broken years, 
    • Into whatever strange new times emerge 
    • From the dark womb of this travailing world.

"VX32191"

SEARCHLIGHTS

  • Across the sky from nowhere comes a beam 
    • So clear and cold it pales the pulsing stars, 
    • Outshines the moon and cuts the clouds apart. 
    • Then creeps another beam to cross the first, 
    • Another and another, until the skies 
    • Are leaping angles scissored white and black. 
    • Then faintly from the clouds we hear a drone
    • A hint of music in the banded sky; 
    • The beams stop moving as if listening too, 
    • Then sharply climb and swing like giant cranes, 
    • Searching their paths relentless and assured.
  • High in the sky we watch a silver ship 
    • Flying alone from star to shining star, 
    • Climbing and diving blindly to avoid 
    • The lights that ever follow cruel and cold. 
    • The beams converge, then dip, converge again 
    • To clutch the plane within their shining grip, 
    • Then suddenly they tire and drop away ... 
    • ("It's one of ours," we say, and breathe again). 
    • Once more the sky shows tinsel-pointed stars, 
    • A paling moon and wisps of trailing cloud.

VFX92860

 
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