In 1946, he had married for the second time – to one Rosalind Agnes Slaughter, daughter of a major in the Royal Army Medical Corps. As a match for Mackrell she sounds about right. The two settled down in the village of Bruisyard in Suffolk, which also seems right for Mackrell. It is a beautiful village, with a Saxon church and pretty houses widely separated by trees and woods, and facing away from one another, as though politely agreeing to differ. The village thereby gives a hint of the ranginess of India, and it is only about fifteen miles from the coast, and the air that the returning planters often sought.
It seems that Rosalind liked India, which Mackrell’s first wife possibly did not, and the newly-weds sailed back and forth between Liverpool and Bombay a few times in the late 1940s. This was Mackrell taking his last sips from the cup.
Rosalind may be the attractive, dark-haired woman who appears in some of the as yet uncurated films he shot in India after the war. The woman is often seen fishing in wide rivers, occasionally turning to smile shyly at the camera, but clearly much more interested in catching a fish than posing for the lens. These later films are in colour, and they’re gentler than the pre-war films, with fewer dead tigers (there were fewer tigers left to kill) and more meditative studies of flowing rivers, or butterflies on leaves. Mackrell would sometimes show his Indian films, including the footage of his rescues, in the dark and dusty village halls of Suffolk. This might seem egotistical, but he himself hardly ever appears in these films. When he does appear he is on the move, talking to Indian servants, organizing, with his pipe or a pair of glasses in his right hand. He looks like a film director, in fact, creating the jungle scenes – an impression reinforced by the invariable prevalence of canvas-back chairs in the various camps.
In the final pages of Green Gold, their analysis of the tea industry and wartime Assam, the Macfarlanes wrote:
When the medals were handed out at the end of the war did it never occur to anyone to ask who had actually won the war? Or why tea garden labourers and Nagas, Abors, Mishmis and others did not dangle MBEs from their chests? Without them and their work, both in the construction of the road [Tamu–Imphal–Dimapur] and in supplying the troops … the Japanese would have reached India.
Mackrell took much the same line about the rescue he led. He was slightly embarrassed about receiving the George Medal for gallantry. A number of British newspapers reported the award: ‘To the 200 people whose lives he saved, he will always be known as the Elephant Man … to the Company which employs him he is “a darned good fellow who has done a magnificent job”.’ There are no quotes from Mackrell. One of the articles features a photograph of him; it is blurred, he looks overdressed in a suit and tie, and he wears a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face. He had written to a friend that he was worried people would think he had gone back into the jungle a second time specifically in order to earn the medal.
His diary of the rescues concludes with the following:
I close this diary with the statement that I have already made to everyone: that too much credit has been given to me, too little to Millar and Leyden, not nearly enough to the Rifles, Porters, Mahouts and Boatmen and that without all the latter splendid fellows, little or nothing could have been done in time to save the bulk of this party.
When he showed his films, there was always a closing caption to the same effect.
About three hundred people tried to come through the Chaukan Pass, of whom about forty died in the attempt or as a direct result of it. The dead were mainly Gurkha soldiers or lone Indians whose movements it is impossible at this date to chronicle. All those who survived the trek did so directly or indirectly because of Mackrell. In addition to those mentioned in this book as having been saved by him, he also saved other lone Indians, including a young boy, and a couple of further Europeans, but they were not with the main parties, and it is therefore hard to say exactly where and how he rescued them.
Gyles Mackrell died at his house in Bruisyard of a coronary thrombosis on 20 February 1959. He was seventy-one. His wife, Rosalind, died in Ipswich in 1987.
A river runs along the bottom of the garden behind the cottage they had lived in. It is the River Alde. The water is green, and green-shaded with bushes and trees; it is about ten feet wide, and fairly close observation suggests that it remains about ten feet even after a week of heavy English rain. As rivers go, the Alde is nothing compared to the Dapha; but it runs on to the sea, as they all do.
SELECT BIBLIOGRAPHY
Baird-Murray, Maureen, A World Overturned: A Burmese Childhood, 1933–47 (Constable, 1998)
Barker, George M., A Tea Planter’s Life in Assam (Thacker, Spink & Co., 1884)
Carew, Tim, The Longest Retreat, Burma Campaign, 1942 (Mayflower, 1972)
Carrington, Richard, Elephants: A Short Account of Their Natural History, Evolution and Influence on Mankind (Basic Books, 1962)
Collis, Maurice, Lords of the Sunset: A Tour of the Shan States (Faber & Faber, 1938)
Fraser, George MacDonald, Quartered Safe Out Here (HarperCollins, 1995)
Glancey, Jonathan, Nagaland: A Journey to India’s Forgotten Frontier (Faber & Faber, 2011)
Goodall, Felicity, Exodus Burma: The British Escape Through the Jungles of Death 1942 (The History Press, 2011)
Jesse, F. Tennyson, The Story of Burma (Macmillan, 1946)
Macfarlane, Alan and Iris, Green Gold: The Empire of Tea (Ebury Press, 2004)
Orwell, George, Burmese Days (Harper & Brothers, 1934)
Tyson, Geoffrey, Forgotten Frontier (W. H. Targett & Co., 1946)
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
As mentioned at the outset, this book is largely based on the diaries of Gyles Mackrell, Sir John Rowland, Guy Millar, Bill Howe, Ritchie Gardiner and Eric Ivan Milne. I read the latter two at the Asian and African Studies reading room of the British Library, and the Imperial War Museum study room respectively, and I am grateful to the ever-helpful staff in both rooms. The other diaries I read at the Centre of South Asian Studies, at Cambridge University. Much of their Mackrell archive was compiled by Denis Segal, and without his help and encouragement this book could not have been written. I am also grateful to Dr Kevin Greenbank and Dr Annamaria Motrescu of the CSAS.
I am grateful to the following descendants of the ‘Chaukan Club’: Scott Rossiter, John Rossiter, Brian Wilson, Nan Howe. I would like to thank Lynne Thompson of Woburn Safari Park for putting me in touch with Dr Khyne U Mar of the Department of Animal and Plant Sciences at the University of Sheffield, who answered my questions about elephants, and Professor Thomas Dormundy, for speaking to me about opium. Steve Kippax and Ron Bridge were also most helpful about military matters in Upper Burma. Stephen Brown, Caroline Findlay and her family told me about the life of a tea planter in Assam, and Dr Rachel Isba of Liverpool University talked me through some tropical diseases.
I am indebted to the staff of the Norfolk and Suffolk Aviation Museum at Flixton; to Andrew Dennis at the Royal Air Force Museum and Alan Scadding, historian of Epsom College.
I travelled to Kolkata, Assam and Arunachal Pradesh with Travel the Unknown, whose guide in Arunachal, Nyaken Riba Munna, never wearied of my constant questions.
All errors in the text are entirely my responsibility.
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