Four generations:
Three continents: Two world wars: One village
These are tales spanning four generations spread across three continents
in between and after the two world wars of people who set forth under different
circumstances from one small village called Agaramangudi.
The story line traverses through different time lines, locations or
incidents with no particular order. The only order being the
alphabetical one – A to Z meant purposefully for the A to Z challenge. These
posts can be read as standalone posts, but would be best comprehended if
you read them along with their prelude provided as a link.
Click here for Prelude D-Delhi -1979
E-Eritrea -1942
E-Eritrea -1942
Florence - 1943
It was the June of 1944. As the war was closing
on, the Sappers and Miners from the British Army were commissioned to clear the
Bombs and mines that was laid all across the scenic Tuscan landscape.
Totalling 36,000 men, the British Commonwealth
army attacked the Italians and the Germans and followed the retreating Italian
Forces into Europe. The retreating Italian forces had set up mining
traps across Florence right from the city centre to the far flung villages that
sprawled across the sunny Tuscan landscape.
The Serene Tuscan villages bore no signs of
danger lurking around if you did not see it with a trained eye. It was only through a trained eye that only
could spot the booby traps that the retreating troops had laid along in order to
quell any invasion of the allied commonwealth army into the Tuscan territory.
Defusing the bombs and the mines was a
dangerous job. More often than not it
was very deceptive since clearing an apparently evident piece of explosive
would trigger off another one set slightly aside and deeper into the Trench.
Lt Colonel Preston was a trained Mine defuser. He could figure out a booby trap just by surveying and sniffing out the layout of the terrain where the enemy troop may have set foot.
It was almost instinctive for him to guess how the enemy’s plans worked. After surveying the area, he would assemble
his battalion every day at dusk to discuss the potential mines laid out in the
vicinity and would give clear instructions and orders for everyone to set out
to do their work.
The Sappers in the battalion always knew that
it could be any one of them the next day, who may fall into the trap of another
fatal mine that would accidentally blow up.
Getting into their hold-all army sleeping bags every night, each one of them
knew that they may not see some of their fellow sappers the next day if their job
got botched up. They said their prayers, longingly thought
about their loved ones whom they had left behind in far flung lands in India to
fight a foreign war and fell into a deep slumber.
The next day morning they would wake up as
brave soldiers and march ahead following the instructions laid out by their
commander whose instinctive sense of enemy territory combined with the
knowledge of bombs and mines they were in awe of. Each one of them was a
survivor up until then and they owed that in gratitude to the deft shrewdness
and experience of their commander.
While other soldiers in the Battalion
specialised in defusing bombs, Kittu, Harpal and few others would march ahead
along with Preston to lay the way ahead for surveying the territory. They had to steer clear from potential mines
and traps while they carried heavy equipments, machinery , spanners, bolts, nuts and equipment required
to dig trenches, build bridges, blow out heavy rocks, road blocks or sometimes
to cross a river valley. Their battalion
had lost many lives in the process.
Harpal’s father, a cloth merchant in Lahore was
a staunch Gandhian. When Gandhi visited Lahore in 1931 he was on the forefront
of rallying along with the chief citizens of Lahore alongside Gandhi. They had
hosted Gandhi at their ‘haveli’ (estate) from where Gandhi met his visitors when he visited Lahore.
Influenced by Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi’s
ideals of frugalism and non-violence, Harpal’s family lived a simple austere
life, and took part in the Indian independence struggle.
When his son grew up and declared he wanted to
join the British Commonwealth army, the father was devastated.
It was beyond him to accept that his son would join the White man’s army and would be fighting on behalf of the British in
the second world war, when in his own land , his country men were laying down
their life to get the British to move out of their country.
Sensing Harpal’s restlessness in going against
the wishes of his father, his mother arranged for his marriage in the hope that
it would tone down his aspirations to join the British Army.
The entire clan and the neighbourhood knew that
Harpal was engaged to be married to his childhood sweetheart who lived a few
houses away. Their families had known each other and were practically the
residents of the same neighbourhood. It was anybody’s guess that the two would
marry someday.
Harpal, longing for the adrenalin rush that
enlisting in the army would give him coupled with his desperation to get away
from the stifling Gandhian discipline at home that was imposed by his father
had decided to run away and enlist with the British Army.
His mother quickly arranged for his marriage
in the Arya Samaji tradition, espousing the Gandhian principles of austerity. Harpal
nevertheless wanted his bride to live in luxury and comfort and not get carried
away by the austerity imposed by Gandhian principles that was rife in his
family and was getting increasingly fashionable across people from his
otherwise flamboyant and rich community of traders and businessmen. Somewhere deep inside he wanted to show his
wife that he could be a self made man with ideals and achievements of his own.
In Florence, where they had set up camp, when
they would wearily retire each day into their tents getting ready for the day
that would dawn ahead, Harpal would longingly look at the photograph of his wife whom he had left behind and wonder
if all this war and the fight was worth it.
Like thousands of war-weary soldiers he wished the war would end soon
and he could go home.
To be continued H - Honfleur, France 1944
Hi,
ReplyDeleteYour story is very interesting. I have a very dear friend that is now researching their ancestry that also spread the family from Europe to the United States and Canada.
I enjoyed reading it and will drop back in before the Challenge is over.
Visiting from the A to Z Blog Challenge 2015.
Shalom,
Patricia at Everything Must Change
Ohh.. War just sounds so exhausting. I love to watch movies about the real people enduring and being incredible during it, but I don't think I'd want to be there...
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