Good Luck To All The Lads by Peter Cox

Author:Peter Cox
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-17T01:23:28+00:00

Left to right: George Clark, Saint Farrell, Brian Cox, Fred Carter and George Woolf.

Cox Family

Although Phil Hammond was with the trucks, he and his good mate Pooky Walker were not out of the woods either:

Over the lip of the escarpment came a crowd of prisoners escorted by 2 from the 25th Battalion, then behind them came a tank. It looked like one of ours until it opened up on the guards and the Huns took off. Then he opened up on us in the transport and gave us hell. We took off and he chased us up a valley peppering us all the way. The drivers couldn’t see what was going on but I was sitting on the mudguard, feet on the running board and was waving to them as he turned his turret on us. He chased us up a valley and then turned back after our boys on the guns.

The tank at that stage headed towards Brian’s section.

Hammond and the others continued up the wadi

and there was a Hun camp, a lot of big marquees and troops heading up a side gully. We went on past this on the opposite side of the valley, trying to find a way out to our own troops. We didn’t think we could climb out of the valley, so all ended up in a small wadi opposite the Hun camp. Couldn’t get out the bottom way as the tank was there.

John Black, a range taker, was driving a Bedford truck the enemy had captured off the Scots and we had captured back. He went as far as possible up the valley to see if it was possible to get out, but no joy so came back.

Pooky Walker and I decided to look through the Hun camp. We thought it was empty as I had seen a mob of Huns taking off, so away we went, Pooky up one line of tents and myself up the other line. In my second marquee I found a Hun officer hiding in a corner. I yelled out to my mate to come and help but he thought I was joking until I convinced him eventually and he came and helped me search him. I still think he could speak English but didn’t let on.

I went over him while Pooky covered him and thought he was clean until I found a false pocket in the side of his tunic and thought it was a hand grenade but it was a camera in a piece of motorcycle tube. He had a watch and a heap of money in his wallet but I left him with that but took his camera. No doubt he would lose all he had when he got back to base when the hawks [those back at brigade HQ who would acquire any prisoner booty] got at him. Pooky had picked up a very nice traveller’s clock before he came to help me.

Winfield’s section managed to get their

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