He struggled manfully to the end, ignoring all the ribald remarks coming
from some quarters and when he had finished he acknowledged the sparse
applause; definitely not the sort of poetry expected by the licentious
soldiery.
Days came and went, I don't recall how many but the time came when the
sea birds arrived on the scene and we knew that landfall was not too far
distant. The brighter ones among us told us that we were nearing Bombay
and for once they were right.
INDIA
As HMT Aronda approached Bombay we eagerly scanned the coastline and
almost at once discerned that imposing arch The Gateway to India but
there was not too much time to spend sightseeing as we had to prepare to
disembark. The ship docked and a little later we were making our way
down the gangplank. Partway down I could see a commotion on the
quayside; three military policemen were holding down a prone figure;
though his face was flat where it was being pressed against the quay I
recognised him as being the prisoner from the ship's brig. He had
attempted to escape custody once more but again he had failed; I think
he didn't like the army very much. We fell into position by drafts and
waited and waited; it was mid-day and getting very hot. We stood in
formation for about an hour, eventually our guide arrived to lead us to
our billets; he was Indian Army, somewhere around five feet tall and he
set off at a blistering pace. We quick marched behind him and when I
say quick I mean it, with his short legs he had a short stride and we
longer-legged ones kept up with difficulty. After a mile or so we
entered Colaba Camp, this was to be our home for a while.
Now started our introduction to things Indian. The teeming masses and
the number of people sleeping in the streets surprised me as did the
apparent disregard for personal safety amongst the traffic. New words
came into our vocabularies the origins of which sometimes go back to the
many countries that British forces have garrisoned over the last three
centuries. Some military personnel must obviously have become
proficient in the local languages but for the most part the British
soldier was and still is linguistically lazy, content to adopt and
sometimes anglicise foreign words and phrases to suit the occasion.
Strangely enough using some English mixed with some foreign phrases and
body language the soldiers usually made themselves understood by the
locals who probably thought that all the words were English. At times
it led to some interesting exchanges.
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