Posted on 07/17/2011 6:22:02 PM PDT by Zakeet
A WAR hero's medals have revealed the untold story of a Scottish soldier who survived three years of suffering building the notorious Burma Railway. Kenneth McLeod, who has died aged 92, was captured by the Japanese in the Second World War and was one of the last surviving veterans who worked on the bridge over the River Kwai.
Now his daughter and son are donating his war medals, Glengarry bonnet and sporran to the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders museum at Stirling Castle, where he was based more than 70 years ago.
Mr McLeod, of Bridge of Weir, Renfrewshire, was sent to Singapore as a young officer with the Argylls and was training in jungle warfare in Malaya when Japanese forces landed unexpectedly in the north.
He fought with the 2nd Battalion at the Battle of Slim River but was cut off behind enemy lines.
With a group of stragglers and carrying a wounded man for two days, he set off towards Singapore.
They had marched 100 miles before being ambushed.
He escaped into the jungle, but surrendered when his name was called out to save the others from being shot.
Both his legs became paralysed from poisoning and he was hospitalised in Kuala Lumpur. After recovering, he volunteered to go to Siam rather than return to Singapore with the wounded prisoners. This meant he was in No 1 work party which built two bamboo camps before starting the wooden bridge on the north side of the River Kwai at Tamarkan, immortalised in the epic film The Bridge on the River Kwai starring Alec Guinness.
Mr McLeod sabotaged his work by farming termite eggs which he placed at each joint and at the base of every upright.
After the railway was completed, the Japanese segregated Mr McLeod and the other officers from the enlisted men and marched them away. He later discovered they were all to be murdered.
Their lives were saved with the dropping of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, forcing the Japanese surrender.
Some 90,000 Asian labourers and 16,000 Allied POWs died building the Burma Railway.
Speaking at a remembrance service in 2005, Mr McLeod, a committed Christian, said it was unsurprising the route was named the Railway of Death.
He recalled: "Many of my friends and colleagues did not survive, but two things helped me to keep going and not give up, and these were faith and hope."
His daughter, Moira Johnston, said yesterday: "As children we would hear the funny stories from the army but not much about anything else. He kept those experiences to himself."
That’s right. The guys who actually experienced the terrors and horrors of that war did not talk about it. Daddy was in the Army infantry - N. Africa, Sicily, Italy, Germany. Had flashbacks to specific battles when he would have to be put under anesthesia to have surgery for anything. The thing about flashbacks is that they ARE like really being there; going back to that specific time and trauma. - He did get to where he could talk about it a little in his later years; but not much.
” I recieved an email the other day that he has stomach cancer. So sad, another hero whose days are getting short.”
You should visit him with a recorder and ask him to tell you his story so you can pass it on.
The wooden bridge was temporary. The concrete and steel bridge, which still exists, was operational within a few months after the wooden bridge was completed.
And it was not actually on the River Kwai, which is actually spelled Kwae, but a larger river that runs parallel to it. The two rivers merge a mile or so below the bridge. Because of the book and movie the Thais changed the name of the part of the larger river with the bridge to Kwae Yai (big Kwae) and renamed the Kwae as Kwae Noi (little Kwae).
I’ve been up there a few times, and will be going back with the kids.
May I suggest that if you know of someone who has seen service in a war, etc., or just an old family member, sit them down, get your video camera, and do an interview with them.
They will talk if you get them started, they just don't know the questions.
I did this after my mother died, with her 2 sisters and 4 brothers. Starting with the oldest, one at a time each gave their remembrences of their childhood. 3 of the brothers told of their service during WWI. All are dead now except 1 sister.
All the family now wants this video, hard to make a copy of a VCR tape, paid to have it put on a CD, but very poor quality.
I interviewed my mother in law before she died, also my son in laws father who was in the air force in WWII. I got him to talk, and the wife and kids could not believe it, they had never heard these stories he told. Priceless.
I often wish I thought of doing something like this before my Dad passed.
But this is an amazing story. Thanks for sharing.
I left one other out, forgot. She was about 90 years old an Aunt of my mother in law. She was sitting all alone, no one was talking with her, sad.
I took my notebook over and started chatting, interviewing her. She was so happy and told so many stories of her life in the late 1800's. Her trips by wagon, how they lived, etc.
After she died, that family wanted all my notes, glad to give them, yet a little angry they did not care to ask her anything about her life. OH well, she is now written up in a Who's Who book at the Historical Building of Okla.
I am not busy writeing a story of my dad's life, as only I and my brothers knew him that well. Some interesting stuff and humor that I don't want to lose in my death. We all have a story to tell to our future.
I recently received a letter written by my g g grandmother to her daughter, telling about what she knew of the family genealogy. So wonderful to receive.
My dad said similar things. When he passed away several years ago, I was going through his personal affects and found his Silver Star.
My uncle was in WW2 he was in (new guinea) I think, or another of those god forsaken places and the story he told was marching down the road and seeing women nursing pigs instead of their babies. The pig could feed the whole family..didn’t have any love lost for the women that did that...
I've known 3 generals from WW2 and none of them ever talked about what they did except in very private conversations and only then because they were extremely close friends.
Yikes. horrible thought. lol
My Dad was an MP in Alamogordo, NM after WWII. As he was leaving due to cancer we sat him down with a mic and a pile of old family photos to narrate. Many years later the track and photos were edited and put to music. Not an easy task, but rewarding to be sure.
I'm with you brother. I've never had a problem with that and know full well that it saved the lives of hundreds of thousands who would have perished had we invaded Japan. God bless Harry Truman for making that decision.
“I often wish I thought of doing something like this before my Dad passed.”
It is a great idea, and worth the effort, but sometimes not doable. My dad would not tell me any of his ‘war stories’. He told a very few to my mother, who relayed them to me. When asked, he would confirm they were true but would not elaborate. She was his confidante, not I. He was trying to express his experience in a crucible and I was just wanting an exciting story. So he spoke to her.
This thread makes me miss him so much. I will say this now: God bless our military, the quick and the dead, presently serving to long retired, from the rawest, bald, bewildered recruit to the oldest, most grizzled veteran. If you are one of those, know that you are remembered, appreciated, respected and yes, loved. May God watch over and protect you, now and forever.
That’s another patriotic, very smart Scotsman!!!
I so much appreciated the tribute to our service men and women past and present. So beautifully expressed. I ditto your statements.
http://bellsouthpwp2.net/e/a/ea_herr/WalkToForest.html
Several years ago, the Herbert Hoover Presidential library put out a request for veterans to come and be interviewed about their experiences, and those interviews would be added to the library of Congress. So I hauled my dad down to West Branch and he did the interview. They also added his written story to the Library of Congress collection.
That was an incredible story...thanks so much for posting the link.
Bill Whittle, a conservative essayist wrote one of the best pieces on this a few years ago. It's a lengthy read but quite worth the time.
“The Truth About the Atomic Bombs”...
http://pajamasmedia.com/ejectejecteject/2009/05/19/the-truth-about-the-atomic-bombs-print-version/
He also has many essays on the Heroes, some recognized for their deeds, but many unsung, who fought and in too many cases died for our country. I thank them all, as well as the many Freepers who serve and who have served for their service.
An acquaintance of mine, here in my small town, enlisted in the Coast Guard in 1937. He’s 91 now. He was commanding LC’s and got left on Guadalcanal for a few days with the Marines.
He was all over the Pacific in the war, and still comes in for a couple of beers at our local watering hole.
Very unassuming guy, and everyone around here treats him with a great deal of reverence.
Wow. I understand the need to allow your brother to have those. The process of letting our parents go is so hard and in order for a family to make it through that adjustment intact or to at least minimize the damage, it requires genuine love and compassion exercised towards our family members remaining.
Perhaps one day your brother will pass that list his friend made on to you. Or not. We at least know the essence of the courage of these men, and they are the first to deny that the medals were the important things. Their comrades in arms, their God, their families and their nation founded in liberty were the overriding concerns. God bless you and your family.
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