Late Arrivals Club Silver Winged Boot Badge - Alex Bateman Collection - Courtesy www.ww2wings.com |
Late Arrivals Club Certificate - Courtesy www.ww2wings.com |
The Late Arrivals Club was an informal Association which began amongst British servicemen in the Western Desert during the Second World War. Membership was awarded to military personnel serving under British and Commonwealth Services, who had walked back to their own side from behind enemy lines, although later there were examples of the concept being adopted by some Americans, and for similar incidents in Burma. For obvious reasons, members of the Club were in the Royal Air force or its colonial Squadrons, and they had often been missing for weeks before turning up having been helped out of trouble by the Arabs.
Members were awarded certificates containing the words “It is never too late to come back,” along with a silver badge designed as a winged boot which could be worn on the left breast of flying suits. The badges were sand cast in silver and made by local jewellers and silversmiths.
Escape and evasion in the Western Desert was a
contrasting experience to being on the run across Western Europe. Servicemen faced
huge expanses of uninhabited inhospitable terrain, blistering heat in the day
and freezing temperatures at night. There were often few landmark aids to
navigation apart from the stars, and airmen could find themselves hundreds of
miles behind enemy lines, which constantly shifted due to the rapid advance and
retreat of armies in the desert war.
Sergeant Michael Mackintosh survived a bad arm
and elbow injury to get back to his own lines with the help of Arabs. (See post
‘Evasion and the Animals Part Two’) His actual evasion was typical of other personnel
who also became members of The Late Arrivals Club. Miles adrift behind enemy
lines, he travelled long distances on foot with little food or water, secured
help from the Arabs and was hidden, then escorted to a rendezvous with the Long
Range Desert Patrol. Others were taken all the way back to their own lines by
the Arabs/nomads and some managed to return under their own steam or were
picked up exhausted by an Allied patrol.
Hurricane pilot Roy Veal from RAF 6 Squadron
crash landed and was captured by the Italians. He managed to escape from a desert
POW camp and started the long journey back towards Allied lines. Days later he
was picked up on the point of collapse by a British patrol having lived on
insects, drinking little water and somehow surviving the extremes of desert day
and night time temperatures. He had become a Late Arrivals Club escaper rather
than a straight evader.
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Vickers Wellingtons Over North Africa |
Tony Payne’s RAF 37 Squadron Wellington bomber
was unable to locate its target and the crew were forced to jettison bombs and
make for home. The aircraft was almost out of fuel when the pilot made a forced
landing at night on open ground behind enemy lines. The crew had been airborne
for nearly six and a half hours and were lost.
Distant specs of light on the ground were
spotted and the aircraft flew over them to get a closer look. They were camp
fires. The terrain looked vaguely flat and a forced landing had to be made as
fuel tanks were almost empty. It was risky, but the pilot kept control, guiding
the Wellington down in one piece. Desert nomads had pitched up for the night and informed the two crewmen sent to speak with them that their location was around 650 miles behind enemy lines. The airmen took what food and water they could carry from the aircraft and travelled across the desert at night, resting up in the day if they could find shade. Their flying gear was totally impractical for daytime wear, but the Irving jacket, battle-dress trousers, khaki shirt and fur-lined boots helped protect them against the freezing night time temperatures.
Two sets of nomads proved a key to this group’s
survival. The first gave them crucial directions and the second guided and
escorted the men long distances until a British patrol was encountered. The
latter group’s knowledge of the desert, their work rate and the fact they were
spirited away by the British once safety was reached, convinced Payne that
their guides were a dedicated desert escaping organisation.
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Bristol Beaufighter |
Squadron Leader Derek Frecker and his navigator, Pilot Officer Tom Armstrong took off on 6 December 1942 in a Bristol Beaufighter from Berca airfield, Benghazi. The two man crew were on an armed reconnaissance mission, but had an extra passenger. Sergeant Paddy Clarke, one of the ground crew who looked after the aircraft was along for the ride having persuaded the CO to allow him to fly with Frecker and Armstrong.
The aircraft was hit by flak whilst attacking
lorries parked by the airfield near Wadi Tamet. With damaged instruments, oil
pouring from the oil cooler, two hits on the starboard engine and a shattered
windscreen, Frecker turned the aircraft away, managing to crash land at 13.20.
No one in the crew was injured, so miles from any civilisation, they regrouped
and began walking at 16.40.
Tom Armstrong (left) & Derek Frecker looking unfazed after their Beaufighter had crashed behind enemy lines. Photo taken by passenger Paddy Clark - T Armstrong DFC
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Tom Armstrong reported in his diary account what
happened:
‘…with a tank of water and remains of kit in
nav. bag slung between the three of us – rather heavy on shoulders. Sgt
Clarke’s heels (or lack of same in stockings) giving trouble. Many rests.
18.15:
‘Decided to have dinner and sleep (?). Dined off one tin of bully and biscuits.
Wrapped the chute silk around our bodies and lay on maps and charts – but were
frozen.
2nd
Day: Monday 7 December 01.00: Decided it was too cold to stay still so draped
ourselves with water bottles, ration bags etc and set off. Found it easier to
stay on course by stars, than in daytime. Everybody pretty tired – many stops
until we got cold and then walked on until we warmed up again.’
This account is typical of the initial
experiences of evaders stranded in the desert. Armstrong goes on to describe an
inventory of supplies and the need to ration water stocks. Innocuous details
provide colour to the account. At 15.45 a swarm of locusts passed over and by
18.05 ‘All pretty tired, not making much
headway.’
By day 5 the group were on minimal rations and
the water was nearly exhausted. Apart from sighting a few distant aircraft, and
at 17.30 spotting two natives plus a camel, the men saw no signs of life. At
19.30 they observed lights on a road and all traffic moving west. It was certainly
the enemy. The group celebrated reaching sight of the road with a tin of
asparagus tips.
On day 6 more military traffic was observed and
they hid from around 80 Italian soldiers on the road ahead. The water had gone
apart from the emergency cans so a decision was made to approach any Arabs the
following day and risk if they were friendly or not, as ‘quite a lot’ were ‘knocking
about the place.’
The men’s military discipline and resilience in
the face of hardship is clear to see in the account, but there was a change of
fortune. Armstrong describes what happened on the 7th, Day Saturday
12 December when they were forced to masquerade as the enemy and were also treated
to an unusual cosmopolitan meal:
‘We are
very miserable at daybreak. See Bedouin boy and have words with him but he does
not seem to understand and is rather frightened – he runs away. Two men come
near with two children. They are quite friendly when we explain who we are and
what we want and promise to look after us. They take us over the escarpment,
light a fire, dry our clothes, get us as much moya as we want…and make us some
wizard coffee and produce dates to eat. We spend some uncomfortable moments
when some neighbouring Arabs visit the gathering, but have to suffer the
indignity of pretending we are Germans until they leave…We move on to another
place where they dress us as Arabs in blanket like affairs – must be about four
times the size of an Army blanket. Next, food is produced. German herrings in
tomato sauce…hot macaroni (Italian) and tomatoes (English) while we doze for a
while…One of the Bedouins has produced some soap, scented too, so we are
looking forward to having a wash later. They even produced china saucers with
floral design and spoons and forks. After dark they took us very cautiously to
an Arab tent. Here we got more coffee, goat’s milk, eggs and more macaroni etc.
‘
Armstrong’s feelings are an understatement when
he says:
‘We seem
to have struck lucky meeting this Arab – he is the Sheik of a Senussi village –
about twenty tents. His name is Ali Ben Athman’
On the 8th day the hospitality
continued with only two negative points being recorded:
‘Our rears
and hipbones are quite sore with all this sitting and lying about. The only
time we can obey the calls of nature is during the hours of darkness. Very awkward.
12th
Day Thursday 17 December: had a bad night last night. Many bites and much
scratching. Woke up at 05.50 to find it teeming with rain and the tent full of
goats.
10.00: Two
German armoured cars came to the village. Great panic – hid under boxes and
huge piles of rugs – very uncomfortable – nearly smothered us…as soon as the
armoured cars had gone they took us about three miles outside the village and
hid us behind some bushes…we heard the armoured cars patrolling around us all
day. One came very close, about 200 yards, we could hear them talking.’
Armstrong finishes the entry in typically
British style: ‘The weather was
glorious.’German Armoured Car - beutepanzer ru |
The help given to Allied evaders in the Western Desert by friendly Arabs often made the difference between freedom and capture and survival and death.
Late Arrivals Club on Pathe News:
http://www.britishpathe.com/video/raf-late-arrivals-club/query/late+arrivals+club
Sources:
Free To Fight Again – Alan Cooper
MI9 Files
www.aircrew.org
Cairns Post 8 January 1942
Image of certificate and badge courtesy of B Schwartz www.ww2wings.com
©Keith
Morley
It is never too late to come back - what a great incentive.
ReplyDeleteVery enjoyable post as per usual by Keith. After the hardship of the desert and surviving upon next to nothing or disgusting items to eat/drink to keep body and soul together our evaders here were taken on by the Bedouins. They must have thought it was all a mirage or a miracle when they feasted upon macaroni and tomatoes and drank 'wicked coffee' in pretty cups. Never too late to come back is a great maxim and one which deserves to be celebrated. T.E.Lawrence's house at Cloud's Hill which I have visited was touchingly sparse after his experiences in the desert and he much respected the Bedouins and their customs and hospitality as documented here. So much so that he lived his life in the same manner ridding himself of what we would term 'creature comforts'.
ReplyDelete"This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words,and indeed in thought."
T.E.Lawrence.
Thanks Helen. Escapers,evaders and MI9 would not have been able to operate as they did without the help of the Arabs.
ReplyDeleteMy grandpa was in the club, he walked out of croatia after crashlanding his plane, he and all of his crew arrived home late. Philip"Tubby"Gaunt.
ReplyDeleteGood story in Shadows of the Past. Also on the Web at https://www.49squadron.co.uk/personnel_index/detail/Gaunt_P
DeleteHere in New Zealand I have received a flying boot from my mother's estate. She was an RAF nursing sister stationed in Cairo at least in 1943 as we also have a signed photo of King George II dated Cairo 1943. Her name was Ursula Johnson (Nee Hughes) and I'd love any information about how she may have received this insignia.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your reply to my post, Ann. As the Late Arrivals Club was an informal Association, there may not be a definitive list of recipients of the certificate and silver winged boot badge. I will look into this and see what I can find. If that research is unsuccessful, I may require a contact email which will be treated in strictest confidence. I moderate all comments before posting anything on here.
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