And the yellow tail from down under
Ironically, the story of the Italians arriving in Bangalore
starts with the explosive success of a Bangalore invention called the Bangalore
Torpedo, only that it was during the WW II attacks in Libya, the jewel of
Mussolini’s crown. The unexpected Allied successes at the African western
deserts of Libya and Egypt resulted in the capture of many thousands of Italian
POW’s. Many were sent to work in Britain and South Africa. Officers who did not
have to work according to the Geneva Convention (remember the dialog between
Saito and Nicholson in ‘Bridge on the River Kwai’?) were the first to be sent
to Indian Camp at Yol. The many tens of thousands of soldiers who followed were
interned at various camps at Bangalore, Bhopal, Ramgarh and Dehra Dun. Some 22,000
of the so called group 1 landed up in Bangalore (Jalahalli, Jakkur and Hebbal).
I will attempt to do a short study on this group and go on to trace the story
of one prisoner who decided to do something else with his remaining life.
At the beginning of World War II the Italians military was
ensconced in Libya. Mussolini had ordered his commander, Graziani, to attack
the British in Egypt. His large army of 250,000 (though badly trained and ill
equipped) faced a crack British force of barely 30,000 on torridly hot and
dusty desert terrains. The British were led by two brilliant officers, Lt. Gen.
Sir Richard O'Connor, who commanded the Western Desert Force, and Gen. Sir
Archibald Wavell, supreme commander of Egypt. Operation Compass was O’Conner’s
brainchild.
On 9 December 1940 the Western Desert Force attacked the
Italian positions at Sidi Barrani overrunning them, and 38,000 Italian soldiers
were taken prisoners. Later as the operation in the Arabian western deserts got
underway, the ANZAC Australian troops rising early on 3 January 1941, ate a
meal, drank a tot of rum and singing ‘South of the border down Mexico way’,
(don’t ask me why) commenced the attack on the Italian XXIII Corps at Bardia for
the next three days. Sappers blew gaps in the barbed wire with Bangalore
torpedoes (12-foot pipes packed with ammonal which were slid under the barbed
wire at 60 yards intervals) blowing the fences off.
The explosive charge called the Bangalore torpedo was
developed in Bangalore by one Captain McClintock in 1912, which involved
packing explosives in a tube (perhaps mimicking the old Mughal method of
packing gunpowder in bamboo tubes) and used to blow up barbed wire fences by
inserting it into the wire coils at the bottom. Such was the explosive effect in
quickly breaching a fence that traditional time intensive wire cutting methods (the
BT is still used by armies around the world and under the name Bangalore
Torpedo) could be loudly done away with, when in a hurry.
The troops overran the Italian defenses, and eventually the
Italian garrisons in the North surrendered after which about 25,000 prisoners
were taken. The British allied troops lost only a few in these successful
attacks. In the following months a half million Italians had surrendered. Many
of these prisoners were destined to Bangalore, a place they would never ever
have heard of.
Having achieved success in North Africa, the thoughts of the
strategist and generals veered to the vexing problem of dealing with the
prisoners. After much discussions and arguments, Wavell send a big lot of them
to India. As we saw earlier, the officers went to live in relative comfort at
Yol near Dharmasala, and the foot soldiers were sent off to Bangalore.
Jalahalli which later became the location of the air force training school was
the biggest of the POW camps housing the Italians. In all, over half a million
Italian soldiers were taken prisoner during the Second World War and were sent
to camps in Great Britain, the United States, North and South Africa, India and
Australia. India accommodated in total more than 67,656 Italians, including
over 11,000 officers.
In February 1941, about 2,200 Italian prisoners (mainly the
ones captured at Sidi Barrani, Bardia and Tobruk campaigns) of war arrived in
Bangalore after a weary ride on a special train and were marched to transit
camps at Byramangala and Krishnarajapura. They were then moved to tent camps at
Jalahalli the largest of them, Jakkur and also at Hebbal. By Nov 1941, around
22,000 prisoners (18,500 soldiers and 3,500 officers) lived in Bangalore,
nearly half of the total 45,676 sent to India. Camps 1-6 in Bangalore were
occupied by soldiers while 7 & 8 were occupied by officers. In total
Jalahalli, Jakkur and Hebbal were home to a total of 8 camps.
For the next two years they were held in captivity and in
1943, following Italy’s surrender were
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| Original tent camp 1941 |
They
even constructed a large framework where a white sheet was strung across to
show European movies (Bangaloregirl mentions that Ramalingam Mudaliar and his
son had a contract to screen films brought in from Europe). They had a hospital
building, were dressed in khakhi shorts and shirts, ‘sola-topi’ hats, though
donning trousers for formal occasions such as Sunday mass, in their makeshift
church. They made curios and musical instruments to while away time, and some
took to gardening and growing chickens and pigs One collected and built up a
bottled library of various types of snakes and there is even a story of an
Italian who picked up a coiled cobra thinking it was a tennikoit (remember that
game anybody?) ring and got bitten.
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| Frame used to sling a white sheet to project movies |
Unlike Italian prisoners sent to London or South Africa, the
POW’s did not have too much work except for building reinforced barracks for
themselves (by 1942 the tents were replaced by thatched huts) and mostly led a
boring and forgettable existence for two years. They had representations and
evangelical radio messages beamed from the Vatican. Some did make attempts to
escape as is narrated in a novel ‘Latin lovers’ by Ottone Menato, a soldier who
spent his time in Bangalore.
The camps had barbed wire fence and armed sentries, Indian
soldiers from the looks of it. I could also identify local Indian labor from
some of the pictures, for delivering water, other menial jobs and were also
perhaps used as help. Neatly laid out graves with crosses were the temporary
abodes of those who departed for ever from Bangalore. I am not sure if these gravesites
are still there in Jalahalli.
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| Playing Soccer |
The inter-camp football matches were well attended with a
lot of spectators on the sidelines and the teams can be seen properly dressed
for the game, with canvas shoes and uniforms. The boxing teams show very
healthy, muscular men with cross countenances and even wearing regular boxing
gloves and shoes! So the British did take reasonable care of them.
Many others not too fond of rough and tussle in the field
preferred to play chess (with regular wooden chess pieces) in their tents. We
see that in the initial stages, they had bedding laid out on the ground, but in
later photos, they seem to have used rope lined charpoys or Indian village
cots. The brass band seemed to be a popular pastime with some youngsters
learning to blow bugles. They had a canteen from which tinned goods could be
purchased, but I am not sure if alcohol was ever served, though hooch service
existed, as will be seen later. Special credit notes and temporary currency
took care of their subsistence within the camps.The notes were printed alike with the name of the camp over printed or over stamped. Bangalore issued denominations of 1, 2, 4, and 8 annas and 1,2, and 5 rupees.
In the kitchen, they made their own spaghetti and even
obtained fish for their dishes! For contrast, it is interesting to read a
comment from a letter of an Italian internee at Lameroo “These people demand so
much of us Italians, and they would like to treat us as Indians – work without
eating”.
Some amount of subversion of the non-fascist members of this
motley group was planned by the British SOE and the so called Mazzini team of
five Italians were to be inserted in these camps. It did not quite work out as
planned and the idea was scuttled early enough, but the head of the team, an
American Italian doctor (educated in Paris) named Lucio Tarchiani was later commissioned
by the Intelligence Corps in March 1942, to serve as an interpreter and liaison
officer at the POW camps at Bangalore and Dehra Dun.
Somewhere along the way a few of these POW’s strayed further
south, albeit temporarily and ended up making a lovely Italian garden within
the precincts of the botanical gardens at Ootacamund (Oooty) which can be seen
to this day.
As we saw, the original camps were tent camps and it is mentioned
that the Bangalore NST group supplied and/or erected the tents for these
makeshift camps for the Italians towards the end of 1940. They were as you can
imagine hastily constructed and the lack of good sanitation resulted in
epidemics of bowel diseases such as enteric fever, dysentery and cholera. They
were quickly contained.
Muthiah’s lovely book on the Spencer’s of Madras mentions
that they provided catering to this camp at some point of time (perhaps for the
officers?). Later when I saw the list of rations supplied to them, I could
figure out that it did require an organization such as the Spencer’s to supply large
amounts of imported goods. The Italians were placed on peace scale British
standard rations and were given a cash allowance of 3 ½ annas per head each
day! The working men got 4 ¾ annas per day. From the military records we can
observe that a large number of prisoners were recalcitrant and did not
cooperate resulting in them being maintained on a reduced ration (even then
they had meat daily, fish, eggs, fresh butter, fruits and fresh vegetables,
corn, onions, semolina, jam, milk and what not).
Rations were reduced somewhat during the 1945 famine but desirable items were available in the canteen for purchase. Some of these supplies were made by Nilgiri’s. Chenniappan of Nilgiri’s states - "During World War 2, we had a good supply of butter to the military camps in Jalahalli, there were Italian prisoners there who laid roads and played football with the local team! There were also part-time wounded soldiers who needed good quality butter and we were the only people who supplied that quality."
Rations were reduced somewhat during the 1945 famine but desirable items were available in the canteen for purchase. Some of these supplies were made by Nilgiri’s. Chenniappan of Nilgiri’s states - "During World War 2, we had a good supply of butter to the military camps in Jalahalli, there were Italian prisoners there who laid roads and played football with the local team! There were also part-time wounded soldiers who needed good quality butter and we were the only people who supplied that quality."
In 1942 the Quit India movement was launched and started to
gather momentum, and by 1944 the Bangalore palace construction was finally
completed. Ravi idly (so they say) was invented by MTR to tide over rice
shortages. Right hand drive lorries arrived at Bangalore all the way from
America, to serve the Americans housed (serving the war cause) in Bangalore
city and gashol (petrol and ethyl alcohol mixture) was used for vehicles. The
first time football was played in Bangalore, according to lore and legend was
at the garrison ground opposite MG Road where Italian prisoners clad in boots
played against the barefoot locals. This was followed by games at the YMCA
ground, the corporation ground in Austin Town and other grounds.
Between 1943 and 1944, after Italy surrendered to the
Allies, the prisoners were allowed to roam around and some of them did turn out
to be a nuisance for old-timers of Bangalore. Women were somewhat scared, with
rumors floating around of women being kidnapped and taken to the camps, and they
were kind of unruly in the movie theaters, but others did well, partaking in
merriment, dancing at Funnels in Brigade road, competing in boxing matches or
even helping form Soccer teams. They could be seen ambling past Brigade road, being
allowed to shop only at specific shops.
The Italians loved romancing the many European women,
dancing and football as is oft stated by the jealous old timers of Bangalore, especially
those who chat about those days. Margaret Ledger, a Nurse mentions this in her memoirs
“They were Italians who were captured in
North Africa, who were employed in general duties. They were very polite, but enjoyed hiding
away from work. One day three of them had disappeared, and I went to search for
them, because we were short of staff. They were sitting outside the
Quartermaster’s Stores. I told them to come back to the ward. In a chorus of
three voices, they replied “Madam, we do not make war, we make love!”
Boxing was of particular interest to these Italian soldiers
and Bangalore rose to fame with keenly contested matches at the Opera house
(Residency Rd), Hollywood city, Garrison sports ground and the Globe theater to
name a few. As narrated in Samyukta Harshita- The matches were generally held in the evenings and continued till the
night. Prices of tickets started at Rs. 6 for a ring side seat. Soldiers fought
soldiers and soldiers fought civilians too. The American ‘Gunboat Joe’ was a
famous boxer of that era.
The POW camps at Bangalore and Dehra Dun were closed on 15th
September 1944. By this time the camp was a well laid out affair and fully self-contained
and the Jalahalli camp gave way to what was in those days known as Hospital
town, the largest hospital complex in the world and meant to tend to the huge
numbers of British and Indians injured from the Burmese battles.
As such, the original tent town had been transformed by the
Italians in the two years they stayed there - The original camps consisted of
rather hastily erected huts, with walls of native basha (Basha: the ubiquitous
Indian building material of pliable dried palm fronds – thatched roof made of
coconut palm leaves) work.
Their foundations,
roofs, and timber were retained, but the walls were stripped and brick walls
erected. Timber supports were embedded in concrete to prevent destruction by
white ants. The huts thus completed were light and airy, attractively painted,
and had wide verandas on either side. Each accommodated some 40 patients and
contained duty rooms, sanitary annexes, and ward kitchens as well. Covered ways
connected the surgical wards and operating-theatres, and there were flower
gardens between the wards, which made the outlook for the patients more
attractive.
Rene Thompson a nurse records - The Maharajah of Mysore had been building as a leper colony, before the
army took over Jalahalli. We started to get returned prisoners from Japan, who
were being assessed for the journey home. One man had inserted a piece of
airplane in his leg himself, so he could walk. So it was, in the beginning
of 1944, in order to accommodate casualties expected from South-East Asia, this
camp was chosen as the site for a complex capable of taking about 10,000
patients at a time, both British and Indian (you will recall that in those days
they got different treatment, just like different rations). Rather than build a
large unit anew it was decided to convert these Italian POW camps to hospital
buildings. The site was ideal from the medical point of view, while buildings
and essential services (electric power, water, and sewage disposal) were
already in existence. When built, eight hospitals and ancillary units occupied
the area with each camp having a hospital of 1000 or 1200 beds. These units
took in weary and wounded soldiers, almost dead from the death march across
Burma and into India.
Some Italians hung around, Fred’s letters mention an Italian
music troupe which played a band at the hospital and did well for a time. Many
others took up odd jobs such as washing dishes and so on. The hospital town continued
for some time and one Englishman who worked there poignantly records the words
of his orderly at the end. "War finis," he asserted with an
all-embracing wave of his hand, "English sahibs go: you sahib, you sahib,
all go. Tig hai. Leave army."
The hospital complex became home to an Indian air force base
and training school after independence in 1947. BEL, HMT and other
organizations moved in to the area and the Italians who once lived there were
soon forgotten. Perhaps some of them reminisced about that not so tropical sojourn
during the war years, of the Indians and the funny places named as such by the
English like Brigade, Residency, St Marks and so on, of the Funnels dancing
floor and bouts with the great gunboat jack. Some Italians mention it as a
horrible period of their life, but naturally, for they were prisoners of war.
Some changed for the better, some lived the rest of their lives quietly and bit
the dust. One did better than all of them.
So we now zoom rapidly into the story of that internee from
one of these Bangalore camps. This bloke was named Fillippo Casella and he
spent six years or thereabouts in Bangalore. His days in Bangalore are not well
documented or retold, I can only hope that his now famous family may step
forward and provide details, but from what I read, the brief snapshot below is
his astounding story of perseverance, hard work and foresight.
When Filippo was born in 1920 to Guiseppe and Rosa, Italy
was certainly not doing well and as the world war enveloped all of Europe, Filippo
volunteered for military service in 1939. He was selected to serve in the
Bersaglieri, the elite of the Italian Army, as a radio operator. The
Bersaglieri were of above-average size and stamina, endured intense physical
training and had to qualify as marksmen.
Whilst fighting in Libya, he was
captured and after journeying across North Africa eventually became resident of
a prisoner of one of the war camps in Bangalore, India in 1941. It is said that
Filippo put his alcohol-making talents to use, making a still and producing
spirit using local fruit, such as papaya and raisins, for his fellow prisoners
at Bangalore. He also used the opportunity wisely to study and learn English,
French, math and history.
In Nov 1946, returning home after six long years, Filippo
found a Sicily changed by time and war. Filippo the blue eyed, eventually married
blonde haired Maria Patane of Sciara and took to tending vines in order to
contribute to the family income but then again, life was even harder in war
torn Sicily. The White Australia program allowing white Europeans to migrate to
Australia was a golden opportunity which beckoned Filippo.
He immigrated to Australia in 1957 and worked hard for the
next five or six years, with his wife and two children joining him later. After
years of share-farming, cane-cutting and tobacco growing, the Casella family
made a permanent home in Yenda in 1966, starting their own little vineyard (they
purchased this property # 1471 for $19,000) called Casella wines. They
supplied wine to bottlers in Queensland for the next 20 years. In 1990 Filippo
suffered a heart attack and underwent a triple bypass. At this juncture, the
family were faced with a crucial decision, whether to dispose of the business or
not. As it happens in many an entrepreneurial family, the responsibility was
passed on to John Casella, Filippo’s son.
John, Filippo’s son who had studied wine making at Wiggi
Wagga and was trained with Australian wine makers such as Riverina wines,
joined the family business in 1994. The legendary Yellow tail (The Yellow Tail logo incidentally
depicts the yellow-footed rock wallaby, a relative of kangaroo) wine from the Casella
vineyards at Yenda was formally created in 2001, for the US market, and 225,000
cases were sent out the first year. By 2006 sales rose to 8 million cases and the
rest is history. The yellow tail is the signature brand and I myself can
testify to the fine properties of their Shiraz and Sangria wines and I have a few
in the wine cabinet at all times.
Today the Casella legacy has grown from the original fifty
acre property to over thirty five wine-growing regions across Australia,
including some of the best vineyards down under. It is a multibillion dollar
business today.
Casella’s Yellow Tail is, I believe, savored
in Bangalore these days and with that I must conclude that Fillippo’s circle of life is complete.
His fellow Italians who drank his hooch at Bangalore would have been be the first
to cheer. Perhaps Filippo himself, looking from up above would be smiling at
the people of that land which gave him some relief during a war, a war in which he could indeed have lost his life.
References
The British Empire and its Italian Prisoners of War,
1940–1947 - Bob Moore and Kent Fedorowich
Enforced Diaspora: The Fate of Italian Prisoners of War
during the Second World War - Bob Moore
From Tobruk to Clare: the experiences of the Italian
prisoner of war Luigi Bortolotti 1941-1946 - Desmond O’Connor
English for Nurses - Nitin Bhatnagar
Official history of the Indian Armed Forces in the Second World War 1939-45. Medical Services B L Raina ( Volumes - Preventive medicine and Administration)
Official history of the Indian Armed Forces in the Second World War 1939-45. Medical Services B L Raina ( Volumes - Preventive medicine and Administration)
A Toast to Bargain Wines: How Innovators, Iconoclasts, and
Winemaking Revolutionaries Are Changing the Way the World Drinks - George M.
Taber
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A reader Robert Bowman provided this input
I believe that my grandfather, Gordon McGowan was a commander at this camp.
I thought I would share some photos with you.
The first 2 are of a compact that was made for my mother by an Italian POW from a aluminium cooking pot. She was about 16-18 at the time.
I would love to give this to the family if it could ever be known who made it.
The second is a drawing done for her by another POW.
Helen Day provided the picture below of the embroidery piece her father did using thread/wool from socks used by Soldiers, who had passed on..
I believe that my grandfather, Gordon McGowan was a commander at this camp.
I thought I would share some photos with you.
The first 2 are of a compact that was made for my mother by an Italian POW from a aluminium cooking pot. She was about 16-18 at the time.
I would love to give this to the family if it could ever be known who made it.
The second is a drawing done for her by another POW.
Helen Day provided the picture below of the embroidery piece her father did using thread/wool from socks used by Soldiers, who had passed on..
