1941, Monday 23 June;
Park sat, as a guest of the newly formed RCAF 404 Squadron at Tengah, at its first formal meal, along with another guest, Air Commodore Archie Wann. Sitting with them were a few RAF officers, transferred or seconded from RAF 226 Sqn, and the rest, very young Canadian pilots, including sergeant pilot Eddie Alworth, all trying to display their best table manners, with little nods and subtle gestures correcting those in ignorance of the proper etiquette. They had arrived on the auxiliary cruiser HMCS Prince Henry last week, straight from the flying schools in Canada.
They were a bright cheerful lot, full of self-confidence, which they were going to need, as they learnt the art of flying a Fairey Battle in operational service. They were going to learn to hate, but at the same time love, Archie Wann, as he drove them to a level of competency way beyond what they would think achievable, but probably for Wann, only average. They wouldn’t normally fly with a navigator, perhaps one in the lead aircraft, but the rest would fly just pilot and radio operator/rear gunner. They would learn to fly ground attack, interdiction and close support operations. It wouldn’t be safe level flight, bombs away and home stuff, it would be a lot hairier than that, not that Wann would tell them that, he knew they’d figure it out quite quickly enough anyway.
The plan was for 226 squadron to foster 404, and later a second Canadian squadron, 414, both Article XIV squadrons, just as fast as the aircrew and aircraft arrived. At the moment they trained on general flying, maintaining formation, and navigating. But it would soon be time to start the hard work, while late arrivals would have to play catch up. It wasn’t a perfect plan, but Park was convinced Wann could make it work.
Also, on HMCS Prince Henry, was the advance party of a company of the Royal Canadian Signals Corps, The Canadian Cable and Construction Company, colloquially known as the 4C’s, a one-off unit of telephone cabling engineers, volunteers, nearly all in their forties, who would be used to upgrade and develop Malaya’s telephone network. They came with light trucks, and all the equipment a telephone cabling unit would want, and would progressively grow in numbers, until nearly 300 strong, by the end of the year. Although not a combat unit, they were equipped with pistols and rifles for self-defence.
The few others on the ship were a couple of radar trained technicians for the AMES units, and half a dozen or so newly commissioned Canadian second lieutenants, who had volunteered to transfer to the Indian Army, and, on condition they passed the required courses in Urdu, would see a significant increase in pay. They were the start of a steady trickle of officers choosing this career path.
Further shipments in Canadian chartered steamers had recently delivered a large quantity of signalling cable, numerous light and medium trucks, the ever-needed steel products and cement, and most significantly, enough newly built earth moving equipment to equip a second airfield construction company, which would be held for the expectant arrival of a New Zealand company.
But the best news for Park had been the arrival of the first 20 crated Canadian built Hurricane MK IIA aircraft, armd with eight guns, and no engines. From now on there would be a steady arrival of Hurricanes from Canada, coming across the Pacific in freighters sailing alone with no need of a convoy escort. Meeting them in Singapore were Merlin XX engines, being shipped from Britain, and the first batch were due in the next WS series convoy. When assembled these would first re-equip the OTU, and then begin equipping the fighter squadrons.
The more formal toasts had been taken, the meal eaten, and as the men around the table began to relaxed, so the drink began to flow, Eddie Alworth was well on his way to becoming very drunk, but decorum dictated he keep pace with everyone else. Air Marshal Keith Park, himself beginning to feel the effects of drink, called for another toast, he waited while charges were filled and then called out, to the Maple Leaf, Forever, and the reply cried around the room, to the Maple Leaf, the Maple Leaf Forever!