February 2003, I had just returned from rowing single-handedly across Lake Victoria in Africa, [2nd largest freshwater lake in the world], 200 miles along the equator to raise money for Fields of Life charity, which built a primary school and four wards of a hospital in Uganda with the finances raised. That row had never been attempted before. A friend phoned me who had fought with the Gurkhas. The reason he contacted me was because my ancestor, General Frederick Young, was the first CO of the Sirmoor Battalion in the early 19th century. It was soon to be the final parade of the Gurkhas in Nepal and I was invited to join that event and represent the family. Sadly I couldn't attend because I had just come back to work as an agricultural journalist and couldn't afford to leave again. However, I wrote on behalf of the family and Field Marshal Sir John Chapple GCB OBE DL wrote back to tell me that my letter had been mentioned by him at one of many speeches at the reunion and was subsequently published in the Newsletter. Since then I have made a point of supporting Gurkha veterans and families to the best of my ability, even attending General Young's graveside at a formal ceremony in Dublin a few years ago, attended by representatives of both the British and Irish governments, including contingents of Gurkha and Irish Army representatives. I have great sympathy and understanding of the near impossible circumstances the veterans are living in daily, having seen first hand what its like to live in impoverished conditions in Africa. I still support Fields of Life in Africa, having raised money by rowing across the largest lakes in the world. My last row in July 2005 at the age of 58 yrs had never been done before - 400 miles, the length of Lake Superior in North America, the largest lake, which raised large amounts of money for BBC Children in Need and Fields of Life. My father, Captain George Harvey, 26th Battery, 9th Londonderry Regiment HAA, Royal Artillery, served with the 8th Army in North Africa and he also fought in Italy in WWII from 1939-1945 - I am a retired BBC Senior Producer & Broadcaster and at 72 years old still working as a journalist for a national weekly farming newspaper and will go on doing my best to help the brave Gurkha veterans and their families in my own small way. One day I'd love to go there and see them for myself.
Ian Harvey

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Gurkhas have been an important part of my family’s life. Their training depot had been moved to Sungei Patani in Northern Malaya, a few miles from Sungei Toh Pawang estate, after Indian Independence in 1947, when the Brigade was split between the Indian and British armies. The depot received the young men who had passed the extremely competitive selection process and turned them into soldiers. St Philip and St James’ church, which we attended every Sunday evening, was next to the depot and our services took place to the background of young recruits running, marching or just chatting. The first school I attended was an Army infants’ school next to the parade ground, and lessons echoed to shouted drill instructions. Gurkhas occupy a special place in the British Army and wider society. Nepal has never been part of the British Empire, and its citizens who chose to join the British Army did so without their families. Until recently they used to return to Nepal at the end of their service as honoured pensioners. Now they have been given the right to settle in the UK, as is right, but their service to Britain has always been given freely and voluntarily. This has been the case since they were first invited to do so at the end of a battle with the British Indian Army in the mid-19th C. In the disaster of Singapore in 1941 the Gurkhas were the only part of the Indian Army contingent not to suffer wholesale desertions, and they suffered badly at the hands of the Japanese army. In the Malayan Emergency they constituted a high proportion of the Commonwealth forces and proved very skilled at jungle warfare, particularly ambushes, which would be set for hours at a time, requiring soldiers to lie still and silent for all that time. They were fearless and lethal in close quarters combat, using their traditional kukri weapon- half knife, half machete. The knowledge that a Gurkha battalion was in the area was by 1955 a powerful incentive to defect for the sometimes demoralised MRLA fighters. As local Europeans our family would always be invited to the two parades which marked the end of the training for Gurkha recruits at the Depot. These were Beating the Retreat and the Passing out Parade. Beating the Retreat is a traditional British Army ritual, commemorating the days when a regiment’s standard was paraded in front of it at sunset so that the soldiers could see it before nightfall. The recruits would parade in their companies behind their British officers in white uniforms and the Depot band, including bagpipes (the Gurkhas had been taught to play the pipes by the Highlanders they had first fought against) as the sun went down. The next morning, invited guests took their seats at dawn for the Passing out Parade and the recruits would march out of the dawning sunrise, using the Light Infantry quick march they have always used as British troops, and march past a senior officer who had been invited to take the salute. This was the climax of their training and a huge moment for their British officers, this morning dressed in khaki drill shirts and enormous shorts. Legend had it that the shorts would be starched and ironed the previous evening by their batmen and placed standing in the corner of the officer’s bedroom. He would then step into them the following morn. As the British Army has contracted, the numbers of Gurkhas have diminished, until now there are only two infantry battalions, together with signals, logistics and engineers units. Still the passion and commitment of these soldiers burns as brightly as ever, and the competition to get into the British Army is as tough as ever. Today, recruit selection in Nepal is held jointly with the Singapore Police Force, whose Gurkha Contingent performs guard functions and acts as an emergency reserve in case of civil unrest. And as the British Army has struggled to recruit even the limited number of soldiers it now needs; a third battalion of Gurkhas has been raised. It was our privilege as a family in 1996 to welcome three young Gurkha soldiers to our house for lunch when they were stationed as part of a reinforcement Company filling manpower gaps in a British regiment stationed near our home. Immaculately dressed, polite and cheerful, they made a fuss of our young children and gave Tom (aged 6) a present of a kukri, the curved knife/machete which is their symbol. He was well impressed, and for a long time there were carefully controlled viewings and handlings of the kukri, along the lines of their demonstrations. They taught him their war-cry, too: “Ayo Gurkhali!”- The Gurkhas are coming.
Roland Crooke