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"Ronnie" Turner was called up
for Army service on the 15th August, 1944 from his home town of Blackburn.
He was later posted to Formby, Southport
where he completed a further 12 weeks of training. Ronnie was particularly
In early December, 1944 upon completion
of basic training he and many other new recruits found themselves
on their way out to India
Ronnie and his fellow recruits arrived in
India in late December, 1944 or early January, 1945 where he joined
Ronnie has generously provided the following
stories / anecdotes of his time with the Lancashire Fusiliers.
A change of Uniform
He looked immaculate, Bush Hat, Silk Shirt and shorts and without doubt the smartest soldier I have ever seen.
However, a Major (2nd in Command) who was
tall and wore a monocle came on Parade, and shouted "RSM Price,
get off Parade
Even in Army issue shirts he still looked
immaculate. I don't know what became of the Major but there were stories
NB: Compilers note - RSM Price is known to have had specially made for himself a beautiful uniform made out of the finest silk!!!
The Major concerned is known to have 'departed' the battalion not long after this particular incident
RSM Stanley 'Kitner' Price and Lord Wavell
On another occasion during an RSM's battalion
Drill Parade an Indian Postman made the mistake of passing the parade
On another occasion two of his Policemen
came on Parade with a table. Kitner stood on the table so that all
could see him
Half the battalion was made up of these
wonderful soldiers. It is said (wrongly) that Kitner had no friends.
Hiding in the smallest room
One afternoon we were all off duty just
lounging around our barrack room when one of the lads shouted
The RSM used to go down with Malaria. On
one occasion two orderlies were sent from the MI Room to Kitner's
He put them both on a charge and walked to the ambulance
The barracks at Lucknow were clean and well
spread out and the barrack rooms were built with verandas.
If we were marching when the wagon went past it was " Eyes Right " or "Eyes left " for the Cadbury's Wagon!!!
Special Guard for demo's
We were on guard waiting for the arrival
of a VIP and Kitner put us through our paces. He made sure we were
Military Tattoo in Lucknow
I was in the squad who was performing 'silent
drill'. The crowd appreciated the complicated routine and they thought
I was the smartest on the Guard Mounting
a couple of times which meant that you didn't have to go on guard..
Home Leave Request
Home Leave was for those who had been in
India just coming up to two years. Once over 2 years service (and
not having had leave)
When I was eventually marched into the CO's
Office all I said was" I want to go on home leave Sir".
He said to the officer by his side,
Home Leave and a Holiday Cruise
I had a great time on my home leave and
got together with my future wife Jean Margaret.
My brother Fred was stationed on the North
West Frontier (NWF) and he was a sergeant in the Royal Air Force working
In June, 1945 'A' Company went to the Hill
Station at Delhousie in the foothills of the snow capped Himalayas.
Coffee and the Earth moved
After the dance(s) finished we used to go
for a coffee at a place that was built like a Fort.
We had got on well with the Kings Own up to that point
I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!!!
One day we were on parade and just wearing
shorts. Our CSM was covered in tattoos and I mean covered.
Funeral Lucknow Cemetery
This was very sad and just near the end
of the war. The battalion had gone to a Hill Station to get away from
RSM Price picked me for the Burial Party.
With no refrigeration he was buried the following morning at 8 a.m.
The next funeral was for a WAC (1). She
must have been a big girl, she was very heavy.
Hill Station with the Mortar Platoon at Rhaniket
The scenery of the snow capped Himalayas
was magnificent the tallest one, Nanda Devi being the highest mountain
I have often wondered how much it would now cost to go on a trip to the Himalayas in 2005. It was an amazing experience.
Partition and Indian Independence 15th August, 1947
Pakistan came into being on this day and
the country was in turmoil. We had to keep a low profile but the good
Military Prison and Detention Barracks –
Early in 1945 I was attached to Lucknow
Prison and the Military Prison was for Cashiered Officers, serious criminals,
murderers and war criminal. Most were serving life sentences and the
inmates came from all over
The Detention Barracks was the “Glasshouse” type.
In the prison were three Dutch former
officers who had committed serious war crimes. A day or two after VE
Day one of them escaped. Was I glad I was not on duty that night! He
was a very good all in wrestler and would have broken my neck if I had
tried to detain him. They were afraid that they would be sent back to
One day I was placed in charge of a Burmese I don’t know why he was in prison. His punishment was to carry a bucket of water in each hand to the vegetable patch and back again. The heat was truly unbearable so I told to come with me and I put him in a cell then kept watch whilst he had chance to have a good rest.
One day I was on the Main Gate when a prisoner was brought into the prison. He was from my platoon. To see a mate of mine being “doubled” in full kit was enough for me. I asked to see the Commandant and asked him if I could back to my unit. He of course wanted to know why and I recall simply saying “I don’t like this type of duty Sir”. He let me go back to the battalion and I could not get the temporary Lance Corporal Stripe off quick enough. Some of our blokes enjoyed Prison Duty and lapped it up.
We once had an inter platoon cross country race and the Officers were betting crates of beer on who would be the first platoon to get back to camp. I cannot recall the distance but it was certainly a test of endurance and at one point we had to cross a main road.
The 2nd in-command was driving up and down this road in an armoured car like Field Marshall Rommel and was encouraging everyone to keep going. He shouted to Paddy Daley “How’s your feet Daley?” to which he replied “Not bad Sir, how are your tyres!!!”
We had an old sergeant attached to
the LF’s at
He lived in married quarters which
were a beautiful row of cottages. No wonder he was content to stay in
Sadly he discovered that rooks were nesting in the thatch of his home and therefore decided that best option was to smoke them out.
Sadly he burnt down a beautiful row of cottges"
TO LANCASHIRE FUSILIERS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD
Ronnies Wife 'R'is for Ronnie. Etiquette at the time meant that married women took their husband's full name the 3rd photo is Ronnie's sister Joyce Buck nee Turner who was a war time WREN