No Surrender in Burma: Operations Behind Japanese Lines, Captivity and Torture by Fred C. Goode

Author:Fred C. Goode [Goode, Fred C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biographies & Memoirs, Elite, Captivity, World War 2
Amazon: B00ONZQA3O
Publisher: Pen & Sword
Published: 2014-10-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

On to Tengchong

We went with great caution up the hill, not stopping for any breaks, and when we got in sight of the village where we had spent the night we cut away from the track and skirted around, trying not to make any noise. We then slept the hours of darkness hidden in the jungle and away from the track, just in case anyone had heard us.

We then had to get past the bridge where we had been robbed, and began to climb the hill to the bridge just as dawn was breaking, going very slowly and keeping a sharp lookout. I waved Lacey into the cover of the trees while I went on ahead from tree to tree until I could see the bridge. I looked all around to see if there was any other way that we could cross, but the jungle was thick and impassable. No wonder the robbers picked this spot, I thought.

I crouched behind a tree and listened intently, but all was as quiet as the grave, so I waved to Lacey to join me and whispered to him that the best thing to do was to go across one behind the other as fast as we could and get into the thick brush on the other side. He nodded his agreement.

We more or less dashed from our cover and once on the bridge our boots made a noise like a big bass drum as we trod on the rough planks. I glanced down at the spot where I had stabbed the robber, and there was a distinct brown stain with some smaller stains going away from it. I then made for the trees as soon as I could, with Lacey fast on my heels. Going in and out between the trees we scrambled up the steep incline, not daring to look back.

We then went as fast as we could to get out of sight of the bridge, only too eager to put as much distance between us and that never-to-be-forgotten place.

We had eaten all the food the French priest had given us, and on the second night out in the jungle, high up in the mountains, we huddled together beneath a large tree, covering ourselves with the many leaves strewn around to keep out the damp cold night air.

With the coming of the dawn we were on our way again. The air, although clearer and cleaner, was getting thinner, and we found that we were having more difficulty in breathing. We also found that the air was chillier, and at times we were shivering, but this helped to make us keep on the move.

Towards noon we had a respite, for the path began to wend its way down the side of the mountain and across a wide valley. But after a while we began to climb again up the side of another mountain.

I had stopped to look to see where the path was leading us when I saw a movement high in the trees to my right.

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