Sketch by Jack Chalker

William Chapmans Notebook

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The Fall of Singapore No. 2

 

Since the day we were taken our spirits have fell

Although it's not showing, or easy to tell

After long days of fighting, our chances were rare

For something was missing, the boys in the air

-o-

But the boys kept on slamming bullets and shells up the bores

Face death from dive bombers and mortars galore

Yet through all the destruction their spirits were high

Even smiling at times, as shells whistled by

-o-

The artillery carried on through the long dreary night

Helping the infantry in their long gruesome fight

But the Japs were too numerous and ready to die

They kept on coming with help from the sky

-o-

Still we gamely fought on with our backs to the wall

Each soldier's heart cried the island won't fall

And the guns barked defiance, a regular snort

Till suddenly came the whisper, Ammo's running short.

-o-

So drivers set forth on death ridden lanes

Seeking for ammo among shattered remains

But the dumps had beenfired by Fifth Column and Spies

Their work illustrated by the glow in the skies

-o-

Shells were thus numbered and handled with care

Each one that went over in turn, did it's share

And not once was mentioned that word of defeat

As infantry prepared with fixed bayonets, the enemy to meet

-o-

Then we found with a shock that the water supply

Was out of our reach, our taps had run dry

Though the lads chatted gaily we knew by the tone

The hours were numbered, our last hope had flown

-o-

The afternoon came and expecting the least

We found on all fronts the fighting had ceased

But it was not the silence that made us all stare

Twas a white flag flying that caused us despair

-o-

Then the order was given, the enemy had won

And every heart was aching in each British son

For we'd fought and fought hard for this small isle

Ready to die to the last rank and file

-o-

Now my thought wander to the day when I kneeled

By a small wooden cross on a battle scarred field

Of a comrade who died for a land over the sea

That country, old England, the land of the free.

 

 

Changi 1942

WGC

 

 

 

 

 

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