n 1942, my wife’s Uncle was a metallurgist in Papua New Guinea. At the height of WW2 , he made do and mended in the jungles of one of the hotbeds of the conflict. Unable to serve in the War due to being deaf ( years of working in a goldmine in New Zealand) he served in his own way by doing his bit and carrying on.
Yesterday, I found a transcript of his recollections of the time in Papua New Guinea during the war and I wanted to share it with you. It is typed as he shared it all those years ago. His time in the War in the jungle of Papua New Guinea. As a courtesy. I have omitted parts that could identify him or his family.
Here is his story of walking out of the jungles of PNG in 1942.
