CONFRONTATION
I know that I’m
no Kipling but I like to jot a rhyme,
And when I’m on
the night shift it helps to pass the time.
It’s usually
about the time I spent out in the East,
It was a long,
long time ago – half a century at least.
My time out there was
wonderful, the best I ever had,
I was seventeen
when I went out, nothing but a lad,
You grow up fast
out in the east, I know that’s true for sure,
Though the
gov’ment won’t admit it, they had sent me off to war.
The country was
Malaysia, a nation new and bright,
But some bugger
called Sukarno was itching for a fight,
He wanted to
control the east and run it for himself,
To make his own
new nation, and he’d do it all by stealth.
He tried to stop
Malaysia from being given birth,
And when he
couldn’t get his way he made it hell on earth,
All he wanted
was Sarawak - Sabah and Brunei,
And the whole
Malay Peninsula, beneath its bright blue sky.
He craved it for
himself alone, for power he did thirst,
So he started
‘Confrontation’ - in Borneo at first.
But Indonesia
had no friends, that nation stood alone,
Malaysia
had many and they came across the foam.
For she was in
the Commonwealth, and new she could get aid,
And help would
come from far and wide, a Commonwealth Brigade,
They gave it
number twenty-eight, of many nations it comprised,
And they’d do
their duty to protect, without a compromise.
We would protect
Malaya, the peninsula of course,
Others were in
Borneo, to provide a border force,
There were
Commandos from the Royal Marines, SAS and Arty too,
Infantry and
Sappers, sailors, Gurkhas and aircrew.
They fought them
in the jungle, so green and dark and damp,
Patrolling in
the ulu, and then coming back to camp,
Their camps were
up on hilltops, well defended by a few,
So that they
could see the enemy when they came into view.
When they were
out patrolling, along the jungle tracks,
They did so with
the greatest care, they had to watch their backs,
For the Indons
may be out today to lay an ambush down,
To try and catch
them unaware, those soldiers of the crown.
When he couldn’t
win in Borneo, Sukarno changed his tack,
He’d land on the
peninsula and take us all aback,
But his sneaky
plan just didn’t work, for we were waiting there,
To surround them
and encircle like a rabbit in a snare.
There were
Aussies; there were Kiwis, Brits and Gurkhas too,
To the defence
of proud Malaysia, the old brigade it flew,
We dashed on out
into the field, the RMR to help,
And sort out the
insurgents, let ‘em know just how it felt.
Then in 1966, it
all came to an end,
For poor old
Indonesia had no more money for to spend,
Sukarno, he had
spent so much upon the jungle fight,
That his
Generals overthrew him and it finished overnight.
The Tunku and
the Agong were lavish with their praise,
And we could
settle down again, to gentler, softer days,
For this land
they call Malaysia is beautiful I know,
And now we’d
help develop it, now we’d help it grow.
Malaysia
has grown a bit, since those far off days of yore,
She has her own
Defence Force - doesn’t need us anymore,
But if you were
just to ask the lads - who served there way back when,
They say they’d
go tomorrow if the need arose again.
Ernie Yeomans
'Confrontation'
– notes provided by the author
Stand To!
He shakes me
gently by the foot
And whispers in
my ear
“Come
on lad it’s time to go”
“Get
ya backside into gear”
I roll out of my
hammock
Drop softly to
the ground
Move off to my
position
Careful not to
make a sound
Face the front
you lucky lads
And watch your
arcs of fire
It may just be
today they come
So we stay still
and perspire
My best mate
John is on my left
And Jake is on
my right
I know we’ll
watch each other’s backs
If it comes down
to a fight
I look down on
the valley
From high up on
the ridge
Down along the
river
To the native’s
old rope bridge
The trees pop up
their leafy crowns
Through a sea of
swirling mist
Across the
silent jungle
By the sun ‘t
will soon be kissed
Will the Indons
come today?
I wonder if they
might.
We’re ready for
them if they do
We’re ready for
the fight
I feel my hands
a’ shaking
As the dawn
draws ever near
Am I shaking
from the morning chill?
Or could it be
from fear?
At last the sun
burns off the mist
Jungle noises
echo round
And we get what
we’ve been waiting for
The order to
stand down
Ernie Yeomans