My Father was an 8th Army Desert Rat who survived the Siege of Tobruk, and several other battles. I was born Post WW2, but when I was aged about three, an “army friend” that my Father clearly admired, came to visit us. I was aware of the element of excitement and pleasure the impending visit was causing our entire family, and standing by our front door when the knock came, I beheld the first Gurkha soldier I had ever seen. I watched all the greetings with delight, and one overriding fact caught my attention I was fascinated with his Kukuri. Eventually he sat and chatted with me, and inevitably I asked him if I could see his ‘sword’ please? My Father told me to mind my manners, but my lovely new friend seemed very proud to show me, and having assured Dad that it was fine, he withdrew the weapon from its sheath, and nicked his thumb before holding it carefully and allowing me to study the weapon, but of course I was not allowed to touch it. I was horrified that he had cut himself and beseeched my Mother for a plaster. He smiling broadly, returned the weapon, and to my absolute delight picked me up and sat me on his lap. I cannot recall another incident of my early childhood that brought me more pleasure, than being shown such kindness by my Fathers friend. Sadly his visit wasn’t a very long one, and I cannot recall his name. Several years later Dad shared with me, that the Gurkhas are the bravest men he ever fought alongside. He also said that had it not been for his friend, he might not have been able to return from the war. I have much to thank the Gurkhas for, and respect them deeply.
The Gurkha cause was always close to my parents as my father fought with them in Burma. He always said they were heroic fighters and was glad they were on our side. I have attached a couple pics that according to the info on the back were taken a place called Conilla Burma 1945. My Dad was a QMS and he is front row second in from the right. I will always try and help when I can as they should all be remembered fondly the sacrifice they made.
I have always had the deepest respect for the Gurkhas and I recently read "Better to die than live a coward: My life with the Gurkhas" by Kailash Limbu. Edge of your seat reading and the level of bravery shown makes you want to do something to support these outstanding soldiers.
My husband and I were stationed in Gillman Barracks in Singapore in the early 60s. Even though we were not attached to the Gurkha's we always had great respect for them. My husband had the obligatory traditional knives and have been passed down the family for safe keeping. Will always support these guys as long as it's possible. Take care all of you.
I was aware of the Gurkhas & their reputation for service, loyalty & bravery from my time in the WRAC TA. It wasn't until I went to Sandhurst two years ago for the ACF IOT course that I met any Gurkha soldiers. I found them very professional & charming. We were then hit by the pandemic & I saw the Gurkhas testing people & giving vaccine jabs in this country. When I read about the effects of Covid in Nepal I felt such sympathy for these men who were giving jabs here whilst their own families were dying in Nepal as the country couldn't afford the vaccines. I felt I had to do something. I can't influence this Government myself but I can give something to try to help even a little. I have also been telling family, friends & colleagues in the hope that they may also give to the GWT. I feel that we owe the Ghurkas so much for their amazing loyalty to this country & their 13 VCs that it's the least we should be doing for them.
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.
I served with 7gr and 1 and 2 gr was the best time of my army career loved every minute with my friend s and the band waking me up early in the morning