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39 Bn A.M.F
18th July ‘42 |
“B” Coy 39th BATTALION – MARCH TO KOKODA RE-ENACTMENT SUMMARY
As per previous operational orders from N.G.F HQ, all available ranks of ‘B’ Coy 39th battalion commenced marching from McDonalds Corner to Kokoda via the Owen Stanley Ranges on the 7th July at 0800hrs.
The operational objective was to ‘Proceed to KOKODA in order to overcome the possibility of ENEMY penetration from BUNA through the OWEN STANLEY Range by way of KOKODA’.
At Koitaki, the Battalion Stores Unit issued all ranks with iron rations to carry which consisted of the following:-
For this re-enactment march, all ranks were provided with a ‘B’ Coy 39th battalion’s soldier’s identity to represent for the duration of the march. They were tasked not only to wear that soldier’s identity discs and to carry their pay book, but also to research and find out as much as possible about that individual soldier….who were these men? Where did they live? Were they married? What happened to them?
The Re-Enactment March commenced with the following soldiers being proudly represented:-
The March from McDonalds Corner to Uberi was started at a solid pace with Sgt Martorana barking orders and trying to keep this rabble of men in step. Our own ranks had a large contingent of current serving & very experienced ADF soldiers however for this Bank Manager from Bendigo, I could see the Sgt looking at me with a look of distain.....how hard can marching in step be Cpl Knights?
It was clear from the start that this leg of the march was not going to be easy having to cover more than 7 miles (11km) in the heat & humidity. Wearing Khaki clothing & equipment quickly sapped the energy reserves of most and it was towards that latter stages of the day’s march that two of the ranks needed some assistance. In true Aussie Spirit, there wasn’t any shortage of volunteers to assist in carrying an extra rifle or pack with Cpl Driscoll, Pte. Bould, Lubansky, Luxmoore, Priestley all rising up to assist. It was from that moment, I knew we had something special, not only for the fact that we were representing heroes of mine 75 years ago to the day, but I was witnessing perhaps the same sort of bond and mateship that ‘B’ Coy of the 39th Battalion would have shared!
As per previous operational orders from N.G.F HQ, all available ranks of ‘B’ Coy 39th battalion commenced marching from McDonalds Corner to Kokoda via the Owen Stanley Ranges on the 7th July at 0800hrs.
The operational objective was to ‘Proceed to KOKODA in order to overcome the possibility of ENEMY penetration from BUNA through the OWEN STANLEY Range by way of KOKODA’.
At Koitaki, the Battalion Stores Unit issued all ranks with iron rations to carry which consisted of the following:-
- 2 tins of fruit/peaches.
- 1 bar of chocolate.
- 2 tins of Braised Steak & Onion.
- 2 packets of Beef Navy Biscuits.
- 1 Toilet Roll.
- 2 packets matches.
- 5m length of sash rope.
For this re-enactment march, all ranks were provided with a ‘B’ Coy 39th battalion’s soldier’s identity to represent for the duration of the march. They were tasked not only to wear that soldier’s identity discs and to carry their pay book, but also to research and find out as much as possible about that individual soldier….who were these men? Where did they live? Were they married? What happened to them?
The Re-Enactment March commenced with the following soldiers being proudly represented:-
- Capt. Samuel Templeton V50190
- Lt Harry Mortimore VX16042
- Sgt Leslie Martorana VX136025
- Cpl Raymond Knights V68190
- Cpl Edward Stuart VX120255
- Cpl Reginald Markham V66783
- Cpl Cecil Driscoll VX117315
- Pte Alexander Molony V65640
- Pte Harry Bould V37378
- Pte David Priestley V125319
- Pte Henry Evans VX115531
- Pte James Wall V126242
- Pte Harry Lubansky V155173
- Pte Arthur Luxmoore VX115535
The March from McDonalds Corner to Uberi was started at a solid pace with Sgt Martorana barking orders and trying to keep this rabble of men in step. Our own ranks had a large contingent of current serving & very experienced ADF soldiers however for this Bank Manager from Bendigo, I could see the Sgt looking at me with a look of distain.....how hard can marching in step be Cpl Knights?
It was clear from the start that this leg of the march was not going to be easy having to cover more than 7 miles (11km) in the heat & humidity. Wearing Khaki clothing & equipment quickly sapped the energy reserves of most and it was towards that latter stages of the day’s march that two of the ranks needed some assistance. In true Aussie Spirit, there wasn’t any shortage of volunteers to assist in carrying an extra rifle or pack with Cpl Driscoll, Pte. Bould, Lubansky, Luxmoore, Priestley all rising up to assist. It was from that moment, I knew we had something special, not only for the fact that we were representing heroes of mine 75 years ago to the day, but I was witnessing perhaps the same sort of bond and mateship that ‘B’ Coy of the 39th Battalion would have shared!
We reached the Goldie River in good time with our OC Capt. Templeton allowing all ranks to enjoy a swim and sooth the sore feet for a little while. We still had the short push up to Uberi but essentially the day was beat and we would have ample day light left to set our perimeter, establish camp and prepare our delightful evening meal of bully beef curry & rice with tea and sweet biscuits for dessert.
During the last push up to Uberi, Lt. Mortimore became very ill which required him to be carried to Uberi by our Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels where he could receive much needed medical care and rest. Again, within the ranks, men stood up to assist in his care with Pte. Lubansky being a notable figure amongst others. Our first night sleeping on a ground sheet with only a blanket, mosquito net and gas cape for cover was something I won’t forget for a very, very long time. The sounds of the New Guinea jungle only being interrupted by the snoring of either Cpl. Driscoll or Pte. Molony!
The next morning at first light, we set about breaking camp with the start of the morning ‘routine’ involving squaring away our bedding, morning ablutions, dressing then loading up on porridge & damper bread. Lt. Mortimore had recovered sufficiently overnight and showed great fortitude to continue on despite being still very weary from illness. According to information from Lt. Kienzle (A.N.G.A.U) being relayed through Capt. Templeton, we would have a tough climb up over Imita Ridge and after traversing multiple creek crossings would have another testing climb up to Ioribaiwa Ridge to make our nightly camp, a total distance of 7.5 miles (12 km).
Day Two saw all ranks moved off from Uberi in good time and in high spirits however the previous day’s illness quickly took its toll on Lt. Mortimore and he again was struck down with sickness & fatigue. His illness serious enough to require an urgent evacuation to the R.A.P in Port Moresby. Capt. Templeton and all remaining ranks continued on with the march up over Imita Ridge towards Ioribaiwa Ridge.
With over 12 creek crossings during this section of the trail, it was going to be a challenge for all to keep their footing & boots dry. Upon arrival at Ioribaiwa, Cpl. Knights appeared to be the only one whose feet were dry….how was this possible?
After a big day’s marching, all ranks enjoyed the chef’s special being named ‘Maconnachie Stew’ consisting of bully beef, sweet potatoes, carrots/onion served with ample rice. Dessert was damper bread, jam, tea & sweet biscuits.
Day Three broke with all ranks rising early at first light and start the process again of squaring away our kit and morning ablutions whilst our cooks prepared breakfast being Rolled Oats which was smothered in honey/golden syrup then followed by damper & jam/tea. The march from Ioribaiwa to Nauro 1942 (Agulogo) according to information supplied by Lt. Kienzle to Capt.Templeton would be approx. 8 miles (13km) with the peak of the Maguli Range to be reached being some 4430 feet above sea level. At 0800hrs, we broke camp and started the march with a slippery decent down to Ofi Creek first up and several of the ranks were struggling to keep their feet with a couple of falls occurring, thankfully nothing serious.
A brief rest was had at the top of the Maguli Range then a long descent down to Nauro for the night’s camp. At the end of the 8 miles, all ranks were showing signs of fatigue and Capt.Templeton decided that the morrow would be a rest day for the company. Day Four would allow sore shoulders & feet to be rested, weapons to be cleaned and a swim & wash in the Brown River by all.
‘Bully Beef Delight’ & ‘Maconnachie Stew’ was the evening meals with dessert being scones & jam with fresh sweet bananas.
Day Five from Nauro to Efogi 1942 would require the company to march the biggest day so far being over 16.7 miles (27km). All ranks were in great spirits being highly entertained by Pte Jimmy Wall the previous evening and also watching Cpl Driscoll’s exploits playing touch football with the locals…..something akin to a gazelle avoiding a lions attack. After loading up on more rolled oats with condensed milk, damper bread & tea for breakfast, we moved out at 0730hrs to this massive day, pass through the remainder of the swamp and start the very steep & long climb up to Menari for lunch. We reached Menari in reasonably good time and rested for approx. 1 hr as our cooks prepared fried spam & sweet potato and we sipped on refreshing lime cordial and devoured the freshly cut pineapple.
With a good feed in our stomachs, we pressed on with great vigour towards Brigade Hill which is at an elevation of 4700 feet and in early September 1942 was the scene of bitter fighting between the Japanese and the battalions of the Australian 21st Brigade being the 2/14th, 2/16th & 2/27th. The climb up to this elevation was very taxing and upon arrival at Brigade Hill, all ranks were exhausted and the decision was made by the OC to make camp for the night. The men went about their business of constructing overhead shelters in the failing light whilst the camp cooks prepared our evening meal of ‘Bully Beef Delight’ with the surprise inclusion of dumplings within the mix. Dessert was sweet biscuits, condensed milk and tea. With full stomachs, our tired bodies retired for the night for sleep, laying down on the very same ground that some of Australia’s finest sons gave their lives in September 1942.
As morning broke on Day Six at Brigade Hill, the now well drilled routine of breaking camp was commenced by all however this morning would be very special as we were to conduct a commemorative service prior to recommencing our march down Mission Ridge via Efogi 1942 and then up to Kagi. The men polished their boots, combed their scruffy hair and made their dirty and dishevelled uniforms neat & tidy as we paid our respects to the fallen. Prior to the commencement of the service, a party of trekkers gathered at the Knoll as our ranks formed up in Parade Order…Pte. Jimmy Wall peeling off where on the OC’s command, he would fire three single rounds from his 303 rifle. Command given, each shot pierced the still morning air as we stood gazing upon a battlefield cross with the Australian & Papuan Flag’s on each flank motionless. At the conclusion of the service, these motionless flags began to flutter and I like to think it was the breath of those spirits saying ‘well done boys….well done’.
During the last push up to Uberi, Lt. Mortimore became very ill which required him to be carried to Uberi by our Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels where he could receive much needed medical care and rest. Again, within the ranks, men stood up to assist in his care with Pte. Lubansky being a notable figure amongst others. Our first night sleeping on a ground sheet with only a blanket, mosquito net and gas cape for cover was something I won’t forget for a very, very long time. The sounds of the New Guinea jungle only being interrupted by the snoring of either Cpl. Driscoll or Pte. Molony!
The next morning at first light, we set about breaking camp with the start of the morning ‘routine’ involving squaring away our bedding, morning ablutions, dressing then loading up on porridge & damper bread. Lt. Mortimore had recovered sufficiently overnight and showed great fortitude to continue on despite being still very weary from illness. According to information from Lt. Kienzle (A.N.G.A.U) being relayed through Capt. Templeton, we would have a tough climb up over Imita Ridge and after traversing multiple creek crossings would have another testing climb up to Ioribaiwa Ridge to make our nightly camp, a total distance of 7.5 miles (12 km).
Day Two saw all ranks moved off from Uberi in good time and in high spirits however the previous day’s illness quickly took its toll on Lt. Mortimore and he again was struck down with sickness & fatigue. His illness serious enough to require an urgent evacuation to the R.A.P in Port Moresby. Capt. Templeton and all remaining ranks continued on with the march up over Imita Ridge towards Ioribaiwa Ridge.
With over 12 creek crossings during this section of the trail, it was going to be a challenge for all to keep their footing & boots dry. Upon arrival at Ioribaiwa, Cpl. Knights appeared to be the only one whose feet were dry….how was this possible?
After a big day’s marching, all ranks enjoyed the chef’s special being named ‘Maconnachie Stew’ consisting of bully beef, sweet potatoes, carrots/onion served with ample rice. Dessert was damper bread, jam, tea & sweet biscuits.
Day Three broke with all ranks rising early at first light and start the process again of squaring away our kit and morning ablutions whilst our cooks prepared breakfast being Rolled Oats which was smothered in honey/golden syrup then followed by damper & jam/tea. The march from Ioribaiwa to Nauro 1942 (Agulogo) according to information supplied by Lt. Kienzle to Capt.Templeton would be approx. 8 miles (13km) with the peak of the Maguli Range to be reached being some 4430 feet above sea level. At 0800hrs, we broke camp and started the march with a slippery decent down to Ofi Creek first up and several of the ranks were struggling to keep their feet with a couple of falls occurring, thankfully nothing serious.
A brief rest was had at the top of the Maguli Range then a long descent down to Nauro for the night’s camp. At the end of the 8 miles, all ranks were showing signs of fatigue and Capt.Templeton decided that the morrow would be a rest day for the company. Day Four would allow sore shoulders & feet to be rested, weapons to be cleaned and a swim & wash in the Brown River by all.
‘Bully Beef Delight’ & ‘Maconnachie Stew’ was the evening meals with dessert being scones & jam with fresh sweet bananas.
Day Five from Nauro to Efogi 1942 would require the company to march the biggest day so far being over 16.7 miles (27km). All ranks were in great spirits being highly entertained by Pte Jimmy Wall the previous evening and also watching Cpl Driscoll’s exploits playing touch football with the locals…..something akin to a gazelle avoiding a lions attack. After loading up on more rolled oats with condensed milk, damper bread & tea for breakfast, we moved out at 0730hrs to this massive day, pass through the remainder of the swamp and start the very steep & long climb up to Menari for lunch. We reached Menari in reasonably good time and rested for approx. 1 hr as our cooks prepared fried spam & sweet potato and we sipped on refreshing lime cordial and devoured the freshly cut pineapple.
With a good feed in our stomachs, we pressed on with great vigour towards Brigade Hill which is at an elevation of 4700 feet and in early September 1942 was the scene of bitter fighting between the Japanese and the battalions of the Australian 21st Brigade being the 2/14th, 2/16th & 2/27th. The climb up to this elevation was very taxing and upon arrival at Brigade Hill, all ranks were exhausted and the decision was made by the OC to make camp for the night. The men went about their business of constructing overhead shelters in the failing light whilst the camp cooks prepared our evening meal of ‘Bully Beef Delight’ with the surprise inclusion of dumplings within the mix. Dessert was sweet biscuits, condensed milk and tea. With full stomachs, our tired bodies retired for the night for sleep, laying down on the very same ground that some of Australia’s finest sons gave their lives in September 1942.
As morning broke on Day Six at Brigade Hill, the now well drilled routine of breaking camp was commenced by all however this morning would be very special as we were to conduct a commemorative service prior to recommencing our march down Mission Ridge via Efogi 1942 and then up to Kagi. The men polished their boots, combed their scruffy hair and made their dirty and dishevelled uniforms neat & tidy as we paid our respects to the fallen. Prior to the commencement of the service, a party of trekkers gathered at the Knoll as our ranks formed up in Parade Order…Pte. Jimmy Wall peeling off where on the OC’s command, he would fire three single rounds from his 303 rifle. Command given, each shot pierced the still morning air as we stood gazing upon a battlefield cross with the Australian & Papuan Flag’s on each flank motionless. At the conclusion of the service, these motionless flags began to flutter and I like to think it was the breath of those spirits saying ‘well done boys….well done’.
We moved off in a sombre & reflective mood and commenced the slippery decent down Mission Ridge where the South Australian 2/27th made their vicious & bloody stand against the Japanese. We briefly rested near a huge stand of bamboo before continuing to slide down to Efogi 1942 where we had lunch, being the remaining stores of Braised Steak & Onion, Tinned fruit, tea and some biscuits. After an hours rest, we started the long uphill climb with our nightly camp to be Kagi. During this climb of the track which is the approximate location of the ‘Japanese Lantern Parade’, we found evidence of the war being a Japanese Arisaka Rifle. It was a long & tough climb up to Kagi and upon arrival in the village, we were greeted by the women & children singing a very heart felt to all. A quick stop to acquire as much fruit & vegetables as we could carry & to take on further resupplied before pushing through the current village to our campsite for a very well earned rest. The camp kitchen cooking up a ‘Curry’ with had Spam, Rice, Sweet Potatoes and Onion. Dessert was damper bread & jam, tea and chocolate.
Day Seven was another massive day taking us from Kagi to Eora Crossing (later on named Templeton’s Crossing) with the distance being over 11.1 miles (18km) and ascending up to 7400 feet in altitude. We had another hearty breakfast of Rolled Oats with Maple Syrup, Condensed Milk, Damper, Jam & Tea and as we were moving out, many of the Kagi villagers had come out to our campsite to see us off and wish us safe travels to Kokoda. Many of our carrier’s families come from this area and despite the sadness of leaving them once again, for these ancestors of the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels, they too marched out with great pride, representing their ‘Tumbuna’ or ‘Papas’ who were these very Angels. The climb was again tiring and all ranks consumed their ‘Braised Steak & Onion’ & Beef biscuits with gusto before continuing to push onto the summit, briefly stopping to mark this occasion and as according to information from Lt. Kienzle via Capt.Templeton, it was all downhill from now on!! At approx. 1800hrs we staggered into Eora Crossing, eager to rest our weary bodies and for some who took a tumble or two, have a much needed wash in the freezing Eora Creek.
Cooking fires were quickly made and the kitchen dished up something different for the troops being Spam, Beans & Rice with Scones/Jam/Tea for supper. Sleep would no doubt come easily tonight listening to the rushing waters of the Eora Creek. You would think so!
Day Eight broke with most of the ranks absolutely frozen stiff and suffering from sleep deprivation due to the overnight temperature plummeting. The only content soldiers appeared to be Sgt. Martorana & Cpl. Stuart and I suspect they may have been some ‘spooning’ overnight but no one questioned this. Cooking fires were quickly established and frozen bodies gradually thawed out in readiness for breakfast then the commencement of another big day’s march from Eora Crossing to Deniki being over 13 Miles (20.5km). At 0700hrs, we moved out from Eora Crossing and slowly trudged over the muddy track towards Eora Creek Village where we had some morning tea before pushing on towards Alola where we were to have lunch. We reached Alola at approx. 1330hrs and the cooks had pots of lime cordial, tea and bananas ready for all. Those men who still had some Braised Steak & Onion / Beef Biscuits eagerly consumed them to lighten their load. After filling our stomachs to the brim, webbing then packs were put back on, boot laces were tightened, rifle slung then we all pushed on. After the steep decent then ascent out of Alola Village, our already fatigued legs became more lethargic. Every step was torture with the pace being slow but methodical. Our nightly camp of Deniki was looking doubtful before sunset. A quick stop by all at Con’s Rock (Surgeon’s Rock) and the OC Capt.Templeton then made the decision to rest the men at nearby Isurava Battle site, some 3 ¾ hrs short of our original objective Deniki. We quickly set up our camp and free of our heavy packs, scouted the perimeter and took in the view down towards the Yodda Valley as the sun dipped below the Western ridgeline. To our great surprise, the camp cooks served up ‘Bully Beef Delight’ with rice, onion, sweet potato and choko. Dessert was sweet biscuits, condensed milk, damper bread/jam & tea.
Day Nine broke with clear skies above with the night again being cold however all would agree not being a shade on Eora Crossing! This morning would be very special as the OC Capt.Templeton decided to hold a Commemorative Service at the Memorial prior to recommencing our March with the final destination being Kokoda, a total distance of 9.7 miles (15.6km). Men went about their business of breaking camp and eating Rolled Oats smothered in either condensed milk, honey or maple syrup. Uniforms tidied, boots & rifles cleaned, we made our way down to the Memorial site and formed up on parade. Four men formed the Catafalque Party being Sgt. Les Martorana, Cpl. Edward Stuart, Pte. David Priestley & Pte. Jimmy Wall with Cpl.Reg Markham firing a volley of three rounds. In attendance was another trekking group who read several poems whilst our ranks stood to attention on the high ground overlooking the memorial with rifles at the slope.
At the conclusion of the service, we paid our respects to Pte. Bruce Kingsbury VC of the 2/14th battalion who ‘Gave his life that others may live in peace & security’ during the battle of Isurava.
Day Seven was another massive day taking us from Kagi to Eora Crossing (later on named Templeton’s Crossing) with the distance being over 11.1 miles (18km) and ascending up to 7400 feet in altitude. We had another hearty breakfast of Rolled Oats with Maple Syrup, Condensed Milk, Damper, Jam & Tea and as we were moving out, many of the Kagi villagers had come out to our campsite to see us off and wish us safe travels to Kokoda. Many of our carrier’s families come from this area and despite the sadness of leaving them once again, for these ancestors of the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels, they too marched out with great pride, representing their ‘Tumbuna’ or ‘Papas’ who were these very Angels. The climb was again tiring and all ranks consumed their ‘Braised Steak & Onion’ & Beef biscuits with gusto before continuing to push onto the summit, briefly stopping to mark this occasion and as according to information from Lt. Kienzle via Capt.Templeton, it was all downhill from now on!! At approx. 1800hrs we staggered into Eora Crossing, eager to rest our weary bodies and for some who took a tumble or two, have a much needed wash in the freezing Eora Creek.
Cooking fires were quickly made and the kitchen dished up something different for the troops being Spam, Beans & Rice with Scones/Jam/Tea for supper. Sleep would no doubt come easily tonight listening to the rushing waters of the Eora Creek. You would think so!
Day Eight broke with most of the ranks absolutely frozen stiff and suffering from sleep deprivation due to the overnight temperature plummeting. The only content soldiers appeared to be Sgt. Martorana & Cpl. Stuart and I suspect they may have been some ‘spooning’ overnight but no one questioned this. Cooking fires were quickly established and frozen bodies gradually thawed out in readiness for breakfast then the commencement of another big day’s march from Eora Crossing to Deniki being over 13 Miles (20.5km). At 0700hrs, we moved out from Eora Crossing and slowly trudged over the muddy track towards Eora Creek Village where we had some morning tea before pushing on towards Alola where we were to have lunch. We reached Alola at approx. 1330hrs and the cooks had pots of lime cordial, tea and bananas ready for all. Those men who still had some Braised Steak & Onion / Beef Biscuits eagerly consumed them to lighten their load. After filling our stomachs to the brim, webbing then packs were put back on, boot laces were tightened, rifle slung then we all pushed on. After the steep decent then ascent out of Alola Village, our already fatigued legs became more lethargic. Every step was torture with the pace being slow but methodical. Our nightly camp of Deniki was looking doubtful before sunset. A quick stop by all at Con’s Rock (Surgeon’s Rock) and the OC Capt.Templeton then made the decision to rest the men at nearby Isurava Battle site, some 3 ¾ hrs short of our original objective Deniki. We quickly set up our camp and free of our heavy packs, scouted the perimeter and took in the view down towards the Yodda Valley as the sun dipped below the Western ridgeline. To our great surprise, the camp cooks served up ‘Bully Beef Delight’ with rice, onion, sweet potato and choko. Dessert was sweet biscuits, condensed milk, damper bread/jam & tea.
Day Nine broke with clear skies above with the night again being cold however all would agree not being a shade on Eora Crossing! This morning would be very special as the OC Capt.Templeton decided to hold a Commemorative Service at the Memorial prior to recommencing our March with the final destination being Kokoda, a total distance of 9.7 miles (15.6km). Men went about their business of breaking camp and eating Rolled Oats smothered in either condensed milk, honey or maple syrup. Uniforms tidied, boots & rifles cleaned, we made our way down to the Memorial site and formed up on parade. Four men formed the Catafalque Party being Sgt. Les Martorana, Cpl. Edward Stuart, Pte. David Priestley & Pte. Jimmy Wall with Cpl.Reg Markham firing a volley of three rounds. In attendance was another trekking group who read several poems whilst our ranks stood to attention on the high ground overlooking the memorial with rifles at the slope.
At the conclusion of the service, we paid our respects to Pte. Bruce Kingsbury VC of the 2/14th battalion who ‘Gave his life that others may live in peace & security’ during the battle of Isurava.
At 0900hrs, we move out making good time to the current day Isurava Village where we had a brief rest before pushing on to Deniki where we had some lunch which consisted of cordial, chocolate, tinned fruit & tea. Our position at Deniki overlooked our final objective being Kokoda which despite appearing to being within arm’s reach was still 5 miles (7.6km) and approx. 2 ½ hours march. All ranks despite being tired, many carrying day’s old injuries and all having blistered sore feet started the descent down to the village of Hoi with great gusto, the thought of finishing the journey & loved ones at home occupying everyone’s mind! We pushed through the village of Hoi and briefly stopped on the other side for Lance Corporal Sanopa to show off his skills then, the Kokoda Handicap was on! Somehow, long lost energy reserves and the pain from injuries was all forgotten as men who previously were in the hurt locker now were like Lismore’s own Jimmy Carlton sprinting as if competing at the 1932 National Championship. In no time and just as a little rain started to fall, we reached the outskirts of Kokoda and formed up in Marching Order. On the OC’s command and with Sgt. Martorana barking orders, we marched under the Kokoda Commemorative Arches and therefore became part of history ourselves….75 years ago to the day walking into Kokoda representing ‘B’ Coy of the 39th battalion.
With the March over the Owen Stanley Ranges being completed and for most letting out a huge sigh of relief to have finished this massive undertaking, the story of the ‘March to Kokoda’ does not end here. With all ranks being in a very buoyant state of mind, masking the sheer physical exhaustion that everyone was experiencing, we still had to make camp and the camp cooks set about making our nightly meal. It would have no doubt created a mutiny if more ‘Bully Beef Delight’ was dished up therefore a ‘scrounging team’ was sent out to the village to acquire something different, the result being sausages & onion in homemade damper rolls. What a treat and to boot was washed down with a ration of rum! All ranks retired for the night content & knowing that tomorrow wouldn’t require us to walk as we had somehow secured motor transport to take us to Girua where a plane would ferry us back to Port Moresby.
Day Ten was a lovely morning, with clear skies and everyone having a good night’s rest at a warmer altitude. This morning’s breakfast of rolled oats & damper was snubbed by most (no surprise)with all ranks quickly breaking camp and heading down to the Kokoda Memorial where we would hold a service. Uniforms tidied, hair combed, stubble shaved and tattered boots polished, we formed on parade for what would be a very special occasion, completing a service at Kokoda itself. Like previous Commemorative Services held at Brigade Hill and Isurava Battle Site, another trekking group was also in attendance as we marched in front of the memorial cairns and formed up, standing to attention. The OC Capt. Templeton addressed the ranks and Pte. Henry Evans had the honour of firing a three round salute. As quick as the three rounds were discharged and all ranks had marched away from the Memorial Cairns, the local boys & girls swooped down upon the empty brass casings and scored a keepsake of the occasion….no doubt they will appear as a necklace in the near future!
Our time to leave Kokoda had come and the transport to Girua was rough with every pothole and bump in the dirt track being felt by our sore bodies and the back six men being covered in a fine silt of dust to measure! A brief stop at Oivi/Gorari and then Awala before finally making it to Popondetta and visiting the local Q Store for some quick supplies. After a 30 minute stop at the Q Store/Canteen in downtown Popondetta, we moved out to our assigned aircraft and started the 35 minute flight back to Port Moresby, flying over the same terrain that during the last 9 days, we sweltered…we froze…we slipped….we swore…we cried, all the while never ever forgetting who we were each representing and the sacrifice that those valiant men made in 1942 for those of us to live the way we do today!
Our arrival at Seven Mile Drome seemed pretty surreal, we were dishevelled, tired and Jimmy was grumpy but all looking forward to eating something different than ‘Bully Beef Delight’. We collected our 303’s and formed up in marching order as the OC had arranged a surprise….two Pipers from the Royal Papua New Guinea Constabulary piped us through the terminal as a large crowd gathered, clapping & cheering us out to awaiting transport. For this bank manager from Bendigo, this moment has been seared in my memory and one I’m not likely to forget.
When I first heard about the ‘March to Kokoda Re-enactment’, I knew this was something that is very special and I had to be part of this Living History Event no matter what. My initial concerns were of people’s perceptions that ‘we were old men playing war’ were certainly not founded as it became apparent from the outset that this March was not about glorifying war but about ‘Respect’ and individually honouring those men who bravely walked across the Owen Stanley Ranges, totally unaware of the looming hordes of well equipped & trained Japanese troops. The journey gave me ‘some’ insight into what Cpl. Ray Knights V68190 and the other men of ‘B’Coy went through prior to the Japanese landings on the 21st July 1942. This journey gave me an indication of the physical & mental pain these men may have experienced, wearing what they wore, eating what they ate, freezing at night with just a blanket and helping your mate up that steep slippery hill in boots that have no grip and were falling apart!
To the men who I feel so privileged to have walked with, many of whom are current or ex ADF, you have my continued respect and admiration. For the young ‘men’ like Cpl. Reg Markham, Pte. Evans, Pte. Jimmy Wall & Pte. Harry Bould, you now have a responsibility to not only tell your story and to uphold the names of those men you represented but your commitment to be there for the 100 year anniversary where others like myself will be far too old to undertake the March. I’m sure we will be waiting at Kokoda for your arrival with no doubt a little of the battalion rum stores diminished!
Last but not least, I am eternally grateful for 75 Kokoda (Kokoda Historical – David Howell & No Roads Expeditions – Peter Miller) for allowing me to be the guide on this March. It was a huge leap of faith on your behalf and one I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Cpl. R.J. Knights V68190
(AKA Shane Chisholm – No Roads Expeditions)
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With the March over the Owen Stanley Ranges being completed and for most letting out a huge sigh of relief to have finished this massive undertaking, the story of the ‘March to Kokoda’ does not end here. With all ranks being in a very buoyant state of mind, masking the sheer physical exhaustion that everyone was experiencing, we still had to make camp and the camp cooks set about making our nightly meal. It would have no doubt created a mutiny if more ‘Bully Beef Delight’ was dished up therefore a ‘scrounging team’ was sent out to the village to acquire something different, the result being sausages & onion in homemade damper rolls. What a treat and to boot was washed down with a ration of rum! All ranks retired for the night content & knowing that tomorrow wouldn’t require us to walk as we had somehow secured motor transport to take us to Girua where a plane would ferry us back to Port Moresby.
Day Ten was a lovely morning, with clear skies and everyone having a good night’s rest at a warmer altitude. This morning’s breakfast of rolled oats & damper was snubbed by most (no surprise)with all ranks quickly breaking camp and heading down to the Kokoda Memorial where we would hold a service. Uniforms tidied, hair combed, stubble shaved and tattered boots polished, we formed on parade for what would be a very special occasion, completing a service at Kokoda itself. Like previous Commemorative Services held at Brigade Hill and Isurava Battle Site, another trekking group was also in attendance as we marched in front of the memorial cairns and formed up, standing to attention. The OC Capt. Templeton addressed the ranks and Pte. Henry Evans had the honour of firing a three round salute. As quick as the three rounds were discharged and all ranks had marched away from the Memorial Cairns, the local boys & girls swooped down upon the empty brass casings and scored a keepsake of the occasion….no doubt they will appear as a necklace in the near future!
Our time to leave Kokoda had come and the transport to Girua was rough with every pothole and bump in the dirt track being felt by our sore bodies and the back six men being covered in a fine silt of dust to measure! A brief stop at Oivi/Gorari and then Awala before finally making it to Popondetta and visiting the local Q Store for some quick supplies. After a 30 minute stop at the Q Store/Canteen in downtown Popondetta, we moved out to our assigned aircraft and started the 35 minute flight back to Port Moresby, flying over the same terrain that during the last 9 days, we sweltered…we froze…we slipped….we swore…we cried, all the while never ever forgetting who we were each representing and the sacrifice that those valiant men made in 1942 for those of us to live the way we do today!
Our arrival at Seven Mile Drome seemed pretty surreal, we were dishevelled, tired and Jimmy was grumpy but all looking forward to eating something different than ‘Bully Beef Delight’. We collected our 303’s and formed up in marching order as the OC had arranged a surprise….two Pipers from the Royal Papua New Guinea Constabulary piped us through the terminal as a large crowd gathered, clapping & cheering us out to awaiting transport. For this bank manager from Bendigo, this moment has been seared in my memory and one I’m not likely to forget.
When I first heard about the ‘March to Kokoda Re-enactment’, I knew this was something that is very special and I had to be part of this Living History Event no matter what. My initial concerns were of people’s perceptions that ‘we were old men playing war’ were certainly not founded as it became apparent from the outset that this March was not about glorifying war but about ‘Respect’ and individually honouring those men who bravely walked across the Owen Stanley Ranges, totally unaware of the looming hordes of well equipped & trained Japanese troops. The journey gave me ‘some’ insight into what Cpl. Ray Knights V68190 and the other men of ‘B’Coy went through prior to the Japanese landings on the 21st July 1942. This journey gave me an indication of the physical & mental pain these men may have experienced, wearing what they wore, eating what they ate, freezing at night with just a blanket and helping your mate up that steep slippery hill in boots that have no grip and were falling apart!
To the men who I feel so privileged to have walked with, many of whom are current or ex ADF, you have my continued respect and admiration. For the young ‘men’ like Cpl. Reg Markham, Pte. Evans, Pte. Jimmy Wall & Pte. Harry Bould, you now have a responsibility to not only tell your story and to uphold the names of those men you represented but your commitment to be there for the 100 year anniversary where others like myself will be far too old to undertake the March. I’m sure we will be waiting at Kokoda for your arrival with no doubt a little of the battalion rum stores diminished!
Last but not least, I am eternally grateful for 75 Kokoda (Kokoda Historical – David Howell & No Roads Expeditions – Peter Miller) for allowing me to be the guide on this March. It was a huge leap of faith on your behalf and one I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Cpl. R.J. Knights V68190
(AKA Shane Chisholm – No Roads Expeditions)
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