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African Veterans of WWII

The BBC celebrates Africa’s forgotten wartime heroes for VJ Day.

The contribution of West Africans was played down in official versions of the Allied war in Asia, and until now, few have had an opportunity to tell their tale.

In fact, only two in 10 of the soldiers who fought in Burma were white.

The article tells a story of a soldier who was forced by the British to join the military at age 16. His name also was changed by the colonialists to “African Banana”.

The article suggests that men like this were dispersed and then ignored after victory rather than given opportunities to build upon their expertise. I suspect this had two negative consequences. First, it probably reduced the capacity of Allied forces to engage in jungle combat in subsequent conflicts.

They were central to the push to clear Japanese forces out of the jungle and mountain ranges of Burma, from where they threatened British India.

This was achieved through a gruelling campaign of jungle marches, battles and ambushes, in which supplies were delivered entirely by air.

Usman Katsina remembers it well.

“Everything that was meant to be used – your food, your clothes, everything – was given to you and you were required to carry it, on your head and back. Some even died from exhaustion, from travelling long distances, with a heavy load,” he says.

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Their enemy was an extremely dangerous opponent. Japanese soldiers were trained well in the art of jungle warfare, where the first rule was concealment.

It was a skill the Nigerian troops had to learn too.

“The Japanese in the jungle were just like snakes – they hid before you could see them, it was very hard,” recalls 97-year-old Hassan Sokoto.

Elite veterans of the Fourteenth Army and Burma campaign were soon being integrated back into their home countries rather than given opportunities to lead future combat. It makes me wonder whether the struggles faced by French forces in Indochina and soon after by the Americans in Korea and Vietnam could have had a better start, let alone outcome. Although health precautions and research into hygiene and tropical medicine was shared among allies (e.g. jeep-based ambulances, forward surgical teams, light air evacuations) experience from the 1944 campaign of the Chindits, led by Major General Orde Wingate, appears to have been downplayed or erased altogether.

Second, the return of the African veterans to their home sowed seeds of discontent among men who had served as equals or more during the war. The experience of the men who successfully organized and fought in North Africa and Asia was inevitably going to change their perceptions at home. They expected the same or similar respect as any soldier under the British War Office. This threatened the British Colonial Office authority and opened a rift in policy towards equality at home.

The role of Indians and Gurkhas is known. But when Allied commander General William Slim thanked his 14th army at the end of the campaign, he did not even mention the Africans.

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Despite the hierarchy, the war in Burma played some part in breaking down the race barriers of the era.

“Initially I saw the white man as someone better than me. But after the war, I considered him an equal,” recalls former infantryman Dauda Kafanchan.

In post-war Nigeria, the colonial government gave some veterans land to begin new lives as farmers. The project was also a scheme to reduce their potential impact as a new political force.

The decline of British power combined with the rise in expertise and experience of Africans during the war accelerated a drive for independence from colonial rule. Independence of India was a sign of events to come. The British would have been wise to invest in this sea of change rather than obstruct or try to deny it, as recounted in the story of an angry Gurkha in the book “Quartered Safe Out Here” by George MacDonald Fraser

We were talking politics, and a clever and articulate Congress party supporter, who happened to be extremely swarthy, got very emotional. “You British,” he cried, “with the help of this type of people — “here he indicated Thapa [a Gurkha] and a couple of Sikhs “–have been exploiting this land for centuries! You have bled India white!”

One of the Sikhs murmered behind his gin and tonic: “It hasn’t had much visible effect on you.” which was well below the belt, but it might have passed if the Nigerian hadn’t laughed fit to rattle the chandelier.

Accepting the change and managing through diversity would have not only increased the chance of secure and stable growth in many nations but also possibly allowed the British to reposition themselves and benefit even under new regimes. Instead, a vacuum was formed in occupied nations during their administration and following withdrawal by the British that led soon to civil conflict and war. With luck the United States will work to avoid the same mistakes in their transition plans for Iraq and Afghanistan.

Secrets of Sriracha

The NYT gives an in-depth look into the Hot Stuff in a Squeeze Bottle

“I knew, after the Vietnamese resettled here, that they would want their hot sauce for their pho,” a beef broth and noodle soup that is a de facto national dish of Vietnam. “But I wanted something that I could sell to more than just the Vietnamese,” he continued.

“After I came to America, after I came to Los Angeles, I remember seeing Heinz 57 ketchup and thinking: ‘The 1984 Olympics are coming. How about I come up with a Tran 84, something I can sell to everyone?’ ”

What Mr. Tran developed in Los Angeles in the early 1980s was his own take on a traditional Asian chili sauce. In Sriracha, a town in Chonburi Province, Thailand, where homemade chili pastes are favored, natives do not recognize Mr. Tran’s purée as their own.

It’s described as a melting-pot of ingredients for America’s diverse tastes. One thing is for certain, Americans love sauce. The most interesting part of the story is how the family migrated from Vietnam.

To limit potential losses, Mr. Tran split the family into four groups: One group went to Indonesia, another to Hong Kong. A third went to Malaysia, and a fourth to the Philippines.

David Tran traveled on a freighter, the Huy Fong. Everyone ended up in United Nations refugee camps, before the family finally began to regroup.

“I was in Boston,” Mr. Tran recalled. “My brother-in-law was in Los Angeles. When we talked on the phone, I asked him, ‘Do they have red peppers in Los Angeles?’ He said yes. And we left.”

That was the start to a US operation that now generates 10 million bottles a year (2 million go into the non-Asian market) and is found across the country in chain restaurants. The plan today to limit potential losses is a completely different story.

Three Riddles

by Jonathan Swift

In Youth exalted high in Air,
Or bathing in the Waters fair;
Nature to form me took Delight,
And clad my Body all in White:
My Person tall, and slender Waste,
On either Side with Fringes grac’d;
Till me that Tyrant Man espy’d,
And drag’d me from my Mother’s side:
No Wonder now I look so thin;
The Tyrant strip’t me to the Skin:
My Skin he flay’d, my Hair he cropt;
At Head and Foot my Body lopt:
And then, with Heart more hard than Stone,
He pick’t my Marrow from the Bone.
To vex me more, he took a Freak,
To slit my Tongue, and made me speak:
But, that which wonderful appears,
I speak to Eyes and not to Ears.
He oft employs me in Disguise,
And makes me tell a Thousand Lyes:
To me he chiefly gives in Trust
To please his Malice, or his Lust.
From me no Secret he can hide;
I see his Vanity and Pride:
And my Delight is to expose
His Follies to his greatest Foes.

All languages I can command,
Yet not a Word I understand.
Without my Aid, the best Divine
In Learning would not know a Line:
The Lawyer must forget his Pleading,
The Scholar could not shew his Reading.
Nay; Man, my Master, is my Slave:
I give Command to kill or save.
Can grant ten Thousand Pounds a Year,
And make a Beggar’s Brat a Peer.

But, while I thus my Life relate,
I only hasten on my Fate.
My Tongue is black, my Mouth is furr’d,
I hardly now can force a Word.
I dye unpity’d and forgot;
And on some Dunghill left to rot.

The “slit tongue” reference might seem odd today, but it comes from an ancient theory about making some birds “talk” as explained by John Marzluff and Tony Angell in the book “In the Company of Crows and Ravens”: