Bill Allison - Most remarkable Red Cross Kiwi at 95.

I have been travelling in the north of Sri Lanka for 4 days so didn’t get much of a chance to read emails, until today. I got one from Andrew McKie from the New Zealand Red Cross, informing me the Bill Allison is still alive. I just could not believe it for I thought he died some years ago.  Bill is 95 years of age and has been nothing short of a hero to me ever since I  heard about his exploits when I followed in his footsteps to Vietnam  with the New Zealand Red Cross, a year or so after he left.  The NZRC operated for 4 consecutive years in Vietnam from 1968 to 1971. 

Bill was sent to Vietnam in 1968 to liaise with the Vietnamese Red Cross  to set up our field operation with displaced people in Binh Dinh province.

I was in the 4^th New Zealand Red Cross Refugee Welfare team in 1971 and Bill had left his post in Saigon by then,  but he continued being a legend of a brave, gentle and helpful humanitarian. Then I read his books that just blew me away.

He is a very good friend of Jerry Talbot and Moya McTamney who both worked for the IFRC in Geneva. 

Bill and I never overlapped so it wasn’t until 1979 that I met him in New Plymouth. We spent half a day together and I was fascinated by the stories he told me.

His two remarkable books, Kiwi Vagabond and Kiwi at Large tell a story that reads more like fiction for what he has done. This is from the dust jacket  on his book, Kiwi at Large

The author, a New Zealander, leaves his homeland with £80. For nearly two years he wanders alone over some 22,000 miles in twenty countries to gratify a life-long curiosity about such fabulous cities as Babylon, Isfahan and Troy; to satisfy his longing to see places where he had fought with his countrymen in the War; and to trace six people he had known then – in Egypt, Italy and in prison camp –  whose present whereabouts are uncertain.

Twice, for brief periods, he earns money, but it is insufficient for his needs. So he travels rough, in seamy third-class Indian trains, in crowded Arab coaches; on donkeys and a good deal on foot. His bed, sometimes under a tree or in a Persian stable, is more often in peasants’ cottages, in Greek monasteries, in Arab dives, in cheap hotels of shady character, in deserted ancient cities – though occasionally in wealthy homes.

His accounts of present-day experiences in Egypt, Libya, Crete and elsewhere are interspersed with recollections of battles, of “cobbers” and of capture at Belhamid, near Tobruk. In Eastern Europe he relates his adventures of today, adding memoirs of Stalag VIIIA, or escapes, and of days with the Russian Army. But whether his way leads into lost cities in Ceylon, into bawdy Baghdad lanes, along the chariot-rutted streets of ancient Mycenae or Ephesus, into Istanbul or Gallipoli or San Marino, he writes, against the backgrounds of their colourful past and present, about the men, women and incidents he meets on the way.

Outside rear dust-wrapper

Errol (Bill) Allison was born at Wyndam in the far south of New Zealand in 1918. Both his parents were New Zealand born; his father a blacksmith of direct Scottish descent, his mother of Irish and Welsh. He was educated at Wyndam Primary School and at Southland Boys’ High School, where his interests where athletics, boxing, rugby and history. He worked on sheep farms before entering Dunedin Teachers’ Training College, and then in 1939 volunteered for army service with the First Echelon of the New Zealand Expeditionary Force.

Bill's signature can be seen in the New Zealand War Museum in Waiouru

He served with the 20th Infantry Battalion in Egypt, Greece, Crete, Libya, and was known to his “cobbers” as “Fox” and “Bill”. He was captured at Belhamid, Libya, in 1941, and went from prison camps in Italy to Stalag VIIIA in Germany. After escaping twice and being recaptured, he spent some weeks in a Gestapo gaol, and eventually took the name and identity of a Belgian, Paul Pleeck, and met up with the Russians in action.

He returned to New Zealand in 1945, and taught in the country at Pleasant Valley, South Canterbury. But his restlessness and urge to travel were too strong, and he left New Zealand in 1954 to make the journey described in Kiwi at Large. He has recently been in England, living at Hemel Hempstead, where he has been writing, teaching occasionally in Hertfordshire Schools, and travelling as far north as the Shetlands.

Contents

Part one
The Road To Cairo

1.    Farewell New Zealand

2.    Sapphires, Curry and Temples: Ceylon

3.    The Taj and the Smugglers: India, Kashmir, Pakistan

4.    A Road through Isfahan: Iran

5.    Back Gardens of Allah – and Babylon: Iraq, Jordan, Syria, Lebanon

Part two
“A Time for War and A Time for Peace”

1.    Sisina and the Desert: Egypt

2.    Blood on Belhamid: Libya

3.    Wine with Anna: Crete

4.    Gods, Wine and Mud: Greece

5.    In Search of Bruno: Italy

6.    Steady Swiss

7.    The Dagger and the Red Star: Germany

8.    Paul Pleeck, and the Calais Road: Belgium, France

Kiwi Vagabond

Inside front dust-wrapper

This book is the sequel to the author’s first book Kiwi at Large. It tells of the writer’s journey from England across Europe and Asia and the Pacific to his homeland in New Zealand. He set out with £300 and travelled some 25,000 miles. It is the story of a search across the world. A search for four people who had helped him when he was an escaped prisoner of war in Poland, and a pilgrimage to many places that had intrigued him for years: a village in Sicily, ancient Ithaca, Isphahan, Persepolis, Halicarnassos, Anzac, Kabul, a mountain in Kurdistan and Mandalay.

He travelled often on foot, sometimes on mule, in Greek caiques and Burmese sampans, in Arab and Afghan lorries and he followed many old roads, from Antioch to Damascus, from Kabul to Peshawar, from Ephesus to Istanbul. And he returned for the third time to his ”other home” which is Crete. It is a story of strange coincidences: he is arrested in the same mountain village in Poland where he was arrested by German police in 1944.

Contents

1. Return to Galatas: Greece and Crete
2. The Monastery of the Beginning of Life: Samos and Ephesus
3. A Road to Gallipoli: Turkey
4. The Turks, the Kurds and the Mountain: Kurdistan
5. The Inn of Omar Khayyam: Persia
6. Smugglers and Snuff: Afghanistan
7. Guns, Gardens and Hyderabad: Pakistan
8. Mother India
9. Across Forbidden Frontiers: Burma
10. Tea with Teetar: Thailand and Malaya
11. The Indonesian Shores: Indonesia and New Guinea
12. The Island of White Gold: Nauru

Dave Homewood wrote about meeting Bill a few years ago. This is what he wrote.

On the second day I went and saw a great hero of mine, E.S. “Bill” Allison. I discovered Bill’s story a few years back when I was shown a letter he wrote, which lead me to tack down his books called Kiwi At Large and Kiwi Vagabond. Bill was a schoolteacher in the bush before the war but joined the Army in 1939 and went with the First Echelon to Egypt. He described to me the whole setting up of Maadi Camp and the local town of Maadi, etc, and the training they did and the early war situation. He then talked for about an hour about the Greece campaign which was amazing to hear, as in my opinion it’s so under rated compared with other big NZ battles like Crete, Monte Cassino and El Alamain.

Bill was made the runner to Colonel Kippenberger, so he got to see both sides of war, the front lines and the back room strateies going on. He talked about the battles and the evacuation, and then the battles in Crete that he was in. Bill then described the escape back to North Africa, and survivors leave, and then the advance in the desert. He was captured at Sidi Reseq, along with many other kiwis and he told me a little about his captivity. We’d filmed for two and a half hours at this stage and he was getting tired. He’s 92, so I was happy to break it off. I’d love to go back and record more though because he had three years as a POW.

The amazing thing about Bill that I really wanted to talk more about but didn’t get to, is after the war he  couldn’t settle down at all back in NZ. Eventually  he decided he needed to change his life. In the mid-1950′s he quit his job, sold all his things, raised about 60 pounds, and set off on a ship for Australia. Once there he walked across Aussie, then Asia, and he walked across India, onto Egypt, Greece and Crete. All the way as well as visiting tourist places like the Taj Mahal, etc.,  he also visited his own battle sites and the battlefields of ancient wars. He lived in Crete for a few months with a girl he met there and her family. He then moved on to Europe and went walking again and visited Italy (where he tracked down one of his POW guards!!) and to Poland where he crossed to the Soviet side to visit his old camp and was arrested, suspected of spying) and then to France where at the Menin Gate he bumped ino another old Kiwi digger, who was with his wife visiting his own WWI battle sites.

When he finally got to London he stayed there for about ten years working, and he wrote his first book Kiwi At Large all about his travels thus far, and his wartime memories. Bill is essentially the first guy to do the Kiwi OE budget trek across the world. He basically lived from hand to mouth, staying at monestaries which were obliged to allow him a bed and a meal, and also with people who took him in out of kindness, etc. It’s an incredible book and an amazing story. He then got itchy feet in the 1960′s and walked back home to New Zealand, visiting a few other places on the way, and that resulted in the second book, Kiwi Vagabond in the same style. He’s one of the most fascinating people I’ve met and I hope to see him again and get more on tape maybe.

The New Zealand Red Cross is planning a reunion later in the year so I hope to meet Bill there. What a remarkable life.

Those green, and once bloody fields of Flanders.

Earlier this month I visited Belgium and took time to go to those green fields of Flanders upon which millions of young men from many corners of the globe lost their lives in World War One.            

 We started our journey in Ieper/Ypres and ably guided by Phillip Charlesworth a former officer in the Australian army who knows this area and it's history remarkably well. We started at Menin gate.

      The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. The memorial is located at the eastern exit of the town and marks the starting point for one of the main roads out of the town that led Allied soldiers to the front line. Designed by Sir Reginald Blomfield and built by the British government, the Menin Gate Memorial was unveiled on 24 July 1927

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                                  Buglers’ Last Post Ceremony at 2000 hours every evening

An excellent relief map showing the key battle sites.

From the ramparts of Menin gate looking over the river. We visited the  Australian Plaque on the Northern Rampart


The following day we visited Wytschaete (‘Whitesheet)  where many young soldiers from the British colonies died in battle. 

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                          Wytschaete Military Cemetery (CWGC) with the 16^th Irish Div memorial

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Next we visited Mesen/Messines Ridge

Wytschaete Military Cemetery

Messines Ridge British Cemetery (CWGC) with memorial to the NZ missing
The Battle of Messines (7–14 June 1917) was an offensive conducted by the British Second Army, under the command of General Herbert Plumer, on the Western Front near the village of Messines in Belgian West Flanders during the First World War. The Nivelle offensive in April and May had failed to achieve its more ambitious aims and this had resulted in the demoralisation of French troops and the dislocation of the Anglo-French strategy for 1917. The offensive at Messines forced the German Army to move reserves to Flanders from the Arras and Aisne fronts, which relieved pressure on the French Army. 

I never knew about the Maori Battalion fighting in World War One so this came as a surprise.

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Messines Ridge British Cemetery

The grave of New Zealand Rifleman J.P. Roberts is one of many at the Messines Ridge British Cemetery

One of the most moving memorials is the Island of Ireland Peace Tower Park.

Inscribed on stone tablets are the words written by various soldiers.

These three towers record that 69,947 Irishmen died fighting close by. I was overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of people who died or were missing. Staggering.

                                         Who was this New Zealand soldier known only until God?

New Zealand Division Memorial Park, incorporating two German bunkers that overlook the valley and what were the NZ positions before the battle 2000 metres away. See two photo below

                            Poperinghe  

We visited the New and Old Cemeteries (CWGC)

The New Cemetery contained the graves of two Belgians, one a woman

The grave of Martha Declercq a Begian nurse who was killed on a battle field.

                             The grave of Lt. S.E. Donne from New Zealand 

No visit to Flanders is complete without a visit to Langemark, where more than 44,000 German soldiers lay buried.

-          The German war cemetery of Langemark (formerly spelt 'Langemarck') is near the village of Langemark, part of the municipality of Langemark-Poelkapelle, in the Belgian province of West Flanders. More than 44,000 soldiers are buried here. The village was the scene of the first gas attacks by the German army, marking the beginning of the Second Battle of Ypres in April 1915.

     Passchendaele  

  Tyne Cot Cemetery (CWGC) and Visitor’s Centre

      

Here I met a Second World war veteran visiting Tyne Cot looking for the grave of relatives.

Below, some history.

On the computerised database I found the names of my Grandfather's two brothers, Walter Ernest   McNatty who died in Rouen France, and Henry John McNatty who died at Chunuk Bar, Gallipoli, Turkey.

We stopped to have lunch in the village of Passchendaele and later passed 

 through  Zonnebeke  on the way back to Brussels.

For me it was two days of understanding first hand the horrific nature of World War One. And, unfathomably, how this horror was repeated in World war Two. It also brought new meaning to a poem I knew as a boy called In Flanders Field written by Lt. Col. John McCrae of the Canadian Army. 1872-1918.

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.