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Christmas Eve
A report from Reuters December 24th, 1941
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Reports received from other sources said that even civilians and British
administrative officers were fighting with the arms they could find and
holding some isolated points. According to a last communique issued in
the morning of December 24th and received at London by Reuters:
"The enemy made some progress during the early part of the night, despite
losses in the East point area. Heavy fighting is in progress in the direction
of Happy Valley, with our troops disputing every foot of Japanese
advance. Under strong enemy pressure, we successfully evacuated our
forces from Repulse Bay. A further battle is in progress for possession for
the Stanley Peninsula."
By midnight of the 24th, the Royal Rifles were surrounded with their
backs to the sea. The following words about sum it up. Rfm. Beebe from
the Royal Rifles: "They came back again on the 24th and we suffered
heavy casualties on both days. There was no eating or sleeping: it was
fight, fight, fight! We knew the jig was up but we were fighting mad and
prepared to stand up to the last man."
administrative officers were fighting with the arms they could find and
holding some isolated points. According to a last communique issued in
the morning of December 24th and received at London by Reuters:
"The enemy made some progress during the early part of the night, despite
losses in the East point area. Heavy fighting is in progress in the direction
of Happy Valley, with our troops disputing every foot of Japanese
advance. Under strong enemy pressure, we successfully evacuated our
forces from Repulse Bay. A further battle is in progress for possession for
the Stanley Peninsula."
By midnight of the 24th, the Royal Rifles were surrounded with their
backs to the sea. The following words about sum it up. Rfm. Beebe from
the Royal Rifles: "They came back again on the 24th and we suffered
heavy casualties on both days. There was no eating or sleeping: it was
fight, fight, fight! We knew the jig was up but we were fighting mad and
prepared to stand up to the last man."
“It was the morning of December 25, 1941, in
Hong Kong. The sun shone bright and warm.
Along the road bordered with blood-red flowers
strolled a Canadian soldier, steel helmet perched
on the back of his head and singing at the top of
his voice. Fellow soldiers taking cover in the
basement of a house shouted at him, "Take cover
- get off the road!" The Canadian shouted back,
"It's a lovely day and it's Christmas morning."
Then he picked up his song and continued to
stroll along the road, to disappear forever
Hong Kong. The sun shone bright and warm.
Along the road bordered with blood-red flowers
strolled a Canadian soldier, steel helmet perched
on the back of his head and singing at the top of
his voice. Fellow soldiers taking cover in the
basement of a house shouted at him, "Take cover
- get off the road!" The Canadian shouted back,
"It's a lovely day and it's Christmas morning."
Then he picked up his song and continued to
stroll along the road, to disappear forever
An artist's concept of a wounded Canadian soldier, singing as he marches
down a street in Hong Kong, oblivious of the madness and mayhem
around him. He was never seen again. Printed in the Toronto Star
Weekly, December 21, 1961. "Who he was, where he came from and
what eventually happened to him the survivors of the Winnipeg Grenadiers
who had shouted out to him never did learn. But the unreality of this
occasion - the casual, singing soldier strolling along, oblivious to the
earth-shaking explosions or the hills of Hong Kong which at that moment
were a mass of roaring flames - did not unduly amaze them. It was, so
they thought, merely an appropriate part of the greater unreality which was
the battle of Hong Kong itself. This does not mean that there was anything
unreal about the savage fighting that had gone on for 18 days as 14,000
Canadian, British and Indian troops attempted to hold off 60,000
experienced, superbly trained Japanese troops."
The mind can never really prepare for the horrors of war. Nothing in a
soldier's experience, nothing in training, can prepare a soldier for the
insanity which is war. The men of the Royal Rifles of Canada were
Townshippers, from Quebec. The Winnipeg Grenadiers were prairie
boys, from Manitoba. They had never fired a shot in anger, let alone with
the intent to kill. They certainly had never been shot at.
The sharp snap of a rifle bullet overhead, the thump of an incoming mortar
round, or the earth shattering blast of an artillery round that falls nearby
are not the sounds for which one can be prepare. The smell of cordite, of
burning fuel, burning rubber. The screams of the wounded, the dying. A
dead friend, alive a second ago, is dismembered now. The coppery smell
of hot blood that flows from your own body is not something a soldier can
be prepared for in training.
To be under attack is to be in hell, an experience no normal mind can
really comprehend. To some it is unendurable. To endure under attack is
not just a matter of personal courage, it is to know the instinct for survival
intimately. To retreat into the mind is not an act of cowardice. It, too, is an
act of survival, or a prelude to a death unchallenged, perhaps welcomed.
Their Finest Hour:
"D" Company, the Royal Rifles of Canada
The Royal Rifles of Canada had been pushed back down to the tip of the
Stanley Peninsula to Stanley Barracks. Some of the men from "A"
Company had just started to arrive to join "B", "C"; and "D" Companies
for what was clearly the final battle. The new front was a narrow line from
the western to the eastern beaches, near Stanley Village.
Like the men of The Light Brigade, there was water to the West of them,
water to the East of them, water at their backs. Japanese artillery volleyed
and thundered. No hope for victory, no chance of rescue or relief, no
place to go, just a burning rage fuelled by frustration and the memories of
butchered comrades kept them going.
Under the powerful pressure of the constant bombardment the line broke
at its West end and sagged to the South, and East, and the main body of
"A" Company of the Royal Rifles was cut off at Repulse Bay. The
remaining defenders were squeezed into a thin line along the East shore of
the peninsula. And ... still they did not give up.
The officers and men of "D" Company of the Royal Rifles of Canada
consider Christmas Day, 1941, to be their "finest hour". They were to
attack the Japanese in Stanley Village.
Major Parker Recounts:
"On the morning of December 25th .. I was called to Brigade
Headquarters at Stanley Barracks and met with Brigadier Wallis, Colonel
Home and Major Price who outlined the plans for an attack on the
Japanese troops concentrated in the Stanley Village area. I was given a
guide to conduct me and my Company to the Stanley Prison, the start line
of my attack. I was to make a frontal advance to occupy the Ridge
beyond the cemetery and to retake the Indian Quarters on the right".
down a street in Hong Kong, oblivious of the madness and mayhem
around him. He was never seen again. Printed in the Toronto Star
Weekly, December 21, 1961. "Who he was, where he came from and
what eventually happened to him the survivors of the Winnipeg Grenadiers
who had shouted out to him never did learn. But the unreality of this
occasion - the casual, singing soldier strolling along, oblivious to the
earth-shaking explosions or the hills of Hong Kong which at that moment
were a mass of roaring flames - did not unduly amaze them. It was, so
they thought, merely an appropriate part of the greater unreality which was
the battle of Hong Kong itself. This does not mean that there was anything
unreal about the savage fighting that had gone on for 18 days as 14,000
Canadian, British and Indian troops attempted to hold off 60,000
experienced, superbly trained Japanese troops."
The mind can never really prepare for the horrors of war. Nothing in a
soldier's experience, nothing in training, can prepare a soldier for the
insanity which is war. The men of the Royal Rifles of Canada were
Townshippers, from Quebec. The Winnipeg Grenadiers were prairie
boys, from Manitoba. They had never fired a shot in anger, let alone with
the intent to kill. They certainly had never been shot at.
The sharp snap of a rifle bullet overhead, the thump of an incoming mortar
round, or the earth shattering blast of an artillery round that falls nearby
are not the sounds for which one can be prepare. The smell of cordite, of
burning fuel, burning rubber. The screams of the wounded, the dying. A
dead friend, alive a second ago, is dismembered now. The coppery smell
of hot blood that flows from your own body is not something a soldier can
be prepared for in training.
To be under attack is to be in hell, an experience no normal mind can
really comprehend. To some it is unendurable. To endure under attack is
not just a matter of personal courage, it is to know the instinct for survival
intimately. To retreat into the mind is not an act of cowardice. It, too, is an
act of survival, or a prelude to a death unchallenged, perhaps welcomed.
Their Finest Hour:
"D" Company, the Royal Rifles of Canada
The Royal Rifles of Canada had been pushed back down to the tip of the
Stanley Peninsula to Stanley Barracks. Some of the men from "A"
Company had just started to arrive to join "B", "C"; and "D" Companies
for what was clearly the final battle. The new front was a narrow line from
the western to the eastern beaches, near Stanley Village.
Like the men of The Light Brigade, there was water to the West of them,
water to the East of them, water at their backs. Japanese artillery volleyed
and thundered. No hope for victory, no chance of rescue or relief, no
place to go, just a burning rage fuelled by frustration and the memories of
butchered comrades kept them going.
Under the powerful pressure of the constant bombardment the line broke
at its West end and sagged to the South, and East, and the main body of
"A" Company of the Royal Rifles was cut off at Repulse Bay. The
remaining defenders were squeezed into a thin line along the East shore of
the peninsula. And ... still they did not give up.
The officers and men of "D" Company of the Royal Rifles of Canada
consider Christmas Day, 1941, to be their "finest hour". They were to
attack the Japanese in Stanley Village.
Major Parker Recounts:
"On the morning of December 25th .. I was called to Brigade
Headquarters at Stanley Barracks and met with Brigadier Wallis, Colonel
Home and Major Price who outlined the plans for an attack on the
Japanese troops concentrated in the Stanley Village area. I was given a
guide to conduct me and my Company to the Stanley Prison, the start line
of my attack. I was to make a frontal advance to occupy the Ridge
beyond the cemetery and to retake the Indian Quarters on the right".
