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HUGH

MY  BROTHER HUGH  Born 5th October 1920 died  9th May 2006

automatic pistol, and the Indian driver took the hint and moved off so quickly at last that it was quite amusing .
The next day not that the weather had improved, I had tube trouble ….it just kept on bursting until eventually I was able to put the bike on a passing lorry to a small village where I was able to get it vulcanised. I spent two days in the village, as each time I set off the tyre blew again. However finally it was fixed and I was able to get to Dodoma which was 200miles away in one day. On the road I met a young PWD (Public Works Dept)  man  who was going  in the same direction and was able to sleep in the PWD  bungalow in Dodoma. At  2 am I was woken up by a policemen who had turned up with a telegram ordering him to detain me for shooting an Indian on the road.  At the time that I had fired the warning shot I was dead beat and had no recollection if I could possibly have hit him or not. My story was  to be sent back, but after 5 days there was still no reply to the telegram and it appeared that all communications including wireless were out of order. I was by now extremely cross at the delay and told the policeman  that I could not afford to wait indefinitely, and if he wanted to hold me, well then he would have to feed me.  So he returned later in the day and said that I would be fed at the Station Hotel. So at about mid-day I wandered over and behind the bar was an elderly Greek with about a dozen men drinking  at the time. I came in and said:
“The Police have informed me that you have instructions to feed me, and I would like some lunch”
“Police ?  What is this Police?  Oh are you the man who shot  zee  Indian”
I replied, “ Yes so they tell me”
He turned to the men lining the bar “ Boys this is zee man that shot the Indian”.
Whereupon I was cheered and everyone me a drink and suggested that I shoot a few more!

As no reply had come from Arusha, I decided to return to Arusha by bus escorted by an Askari (native) police constable who had my shot-gun and automatic and ammunition. I got in eventually at 5 am and went round to the Station and to the Charge Office. There was no-one there, so I pulled off the file from the shelf marked “TELEGRAMS” and I looked up and found the original telegram sent out concerning the incident and noticed immediately that it  read that I was to be detained for allegedly shooting “AT an Indian”  but the post office clerk had omitted  to use put the word “at” and so the lelegram had read “ Shooting an Indian” a very different crime!When they eventually turned up the Arusha Police were most apologetic, and they returned my arms and ammunition and they also gave me a clearance certificate and  so I was able to leave south again in a vintage lorry by lunch time. In the evening we struck yet more rain and finally at about 8 pm the lorry skidded off the road, but we eventually got it back, but by next morning the ignition had packed up. Fortunately my army training came to the fore and I was able to repair it and I at last got back to Dodoma  with my clearance certificate to be presented with a bill for £10 for one weeks food and accommodation which would be forced to pay. I objected  and was told that if I did not pay they would not stop me leaving the country but I would be classed as an impecunious  prohibited immigrant, so that if I ever wished to return to Tanganika I would be on their black list. So there was no choice, it was wiser to pay. Payment however was difficult as there was no Bank in Dodoma. I had a letter of credit and I persuaded one of the Government officers to cash it for meand I also gave him a personal cheque in case there was any problem to be used in  lieu. In the event the man cashed both and got away with it.

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