Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Grandad Williamson at Talana Hill



As I have said, we lay alongside the Dublins and a right old Irish crowd they were.  Their commanding officer was a strict disciplinarian – he had to be.  Often we would hear of the table at which he sat when administering justice being kicked up in his face when he had passed sentence.

In the town was a big public house kept by Barney Froomberg.  It had a stage in the big room and it was in this room that the Dublins (and our lads too) swallowed the stuff that got them into trouble.  On this stage Private McGuiness used to do turns and the drinks he used to get from his pals for entertaining them were chiefly the cause of his appearance before the C.O. on a charge.  When his commanding officer had done with him he would ask the sergeant of the guard to make him out a sick report and then McGuiness would be escorted to the hospital.  There the Camp Medical Officer, another Irishman, would not ask Mac what was the matter with him, he would ask, “How many days this time McGuiness? who would reply “8 days to barracks” or whatever the sentence was.  Then Mickey the Doctor would say, “Come inside” and McGuiness would do his punishment time in hospital, for this lad was the liveliest and wittiest of persons.  No doubt the Doctor thought having McGuiness inside would do his patients more good than medicine.

We were going along easily, both the officers and the other ranks having more or less a good time despite the darkening political situation when a middle aged, athletic-looking man came to take command of the troops in Natal.  His name was General Penn Symons and he, with Indian frontier experience, immediately commenced to waken us up to the dangerous situation before us and prepare us to fight energetically if war came.  All the peacetime fal-de-ral was scrapped and field training, shooting, night attacks were his ideas of how to soldier, with route marching to toughen us up etc.  In the matter of a few months he had taught us more than we had learned in years of barrack room soldiering and it is a pity that he did not live to see the results of his good work.  He was killed leading the attack on Talana Hill.


Sometime during the South African winter, perhaps in the month of June, we moved up to Ladysmith to relieve the Royal Irish Rifles, who were going to India, and in the late September we moved up to Dundee, a small mining town in Natal but on the Natal-Transvaal border.  Here we were joined by the Dublin Fusiliers, a battalion of Kings Royal Rifles and another battalion (I think it was the Liverpool Regiment).  That was the Infantry strength.  Then there were a regiment of Hussars and a battery of artillery.  That was our fighting strength.

One misty morning we stood to until the mist began to lift, then we stood down and went to our tents.  We had not shed our equipment when “Bang” and a shell sailed into the railway cutting about 40 yards past our tents.  We grabbed our rifles and made a beeline for cover.  General Penn Symons who was in the camp with us quickly got the attack going and made straight for the Boer positions on Talana Hill.  He, the General, was killed climbing the hill but the troops he had trained carried on and drove the Boers back to their frontier.  At night we returned to camp.  That scrap on Talana Hill and one at Elangslaagte a day or two later steadied the Boers somewhat, they did not seem quite so anxious to come to grips with us afterwards.  They were meeting soldiers trained quite differently to those their fathers defeated at Majuba Hill and Laings Nek in 1881.

The next day after Talana we were shelled out of our camp again, with guns sited in the direction of Laings Nek that could outrange any artillery we had.  With them they had a swarm of horseman estimated to number 20,000.  We retired back on to the coalfield where only the long range Creusots could reach us.  Previously our artillery had tried counter battery work, but owing to the height of the Boer guns on the Drakensburg slopes and also because they were able to knock out our guns miles before out guns could get in range, the suicide job was called off.





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