13 December 1941. Alor Star, Malaya.
The Blenheims of 62 Squadron, or at least the surviving aircraft, had been withdrawn south, and now the airfield had become a battleground. Thick smoke hampered both sides as the airfield’s fuel and ammunition supplies burned. Lt Col Harry Tyrell (CO 1st Battalion Bahawalpur Infantry (Indian States Forces)) had the pe-war job of protecting the airfield. Now his men were part of 15th Indian Brigade’s defence of the area. The Bahawalpur Infantry, mostly Punjabi Moslems, had never seen tanks before the arrival of the Matilda II which had been sent to defend the airfield along with them. As was common among the Royal Tank Regiment, the tank, from A Squadron, had its ‘name’ stencilled on its side. When naming it, they had used a common term used by British troops to mean ‘can’t be bothered’: ‘Allahkaffik’. To the Punjabi’s, after some discussion, agreed that it was a misspelling of ‘Allah Kiyfik’, ‘God is Sufficient’. This was seen by the men of the Bahawalpur Battalion as a great portent of victory.
Once Sergeant John Runcie, the tank commander, got used to the almost reverential way his tank and his crew were treated by the Bahawalpurs, he began to enjoy it. The first few days he’s had the sepoys climbing all over the tank like children, and the glee they showed when they were sitting on the tank when it moved was unbelievable. The Company that had been chosen to work with the tank as the counter-attack force, walked with straighter backs and preened themselves when they came on duty, they felt every bit as superior as if they were the Nawab’s own bodyguard.
Naik Muhammed Fazil had made himself Runcie’s personal assistant, the British sergeant wanted for almost nothing, except to be left alone. The Captain of A Company, Khan Mir Khan did everything that was asked of him. He trained his men diligently to know the best way to cooperate with the tank. The men were surprised that it was their job to protect the tank, everybody assumed it was the tank’s job to protect them. Fazil and his squad made themselves ‘the last line of defence’: a couple of black eyes and swollen lips among other squads having won them that role.
Now that the battle was raging, Runcie and Khan’s Company had been held back in reserve, ready to plug any gaps in the line. Brigadier Garrett (CO 15th Indian Brigade) had 2nd Bn 9th Jat Regiment working alongside the Bahawalpurs at the airfield, while 1st Bn Leicestershire Regiment and 1st Bn 14th Punjab Regiment were holding closer to the coast. As well as Allahkaffik, two other Matilda IIs were part of the defensive posture of the Brigade. The Japanese had already tried a few times to attack, and had run up against an accurate barrage from the 25-pdrs of 137th (2nd West Lancashire) Field Regiment RA, supporting the defence of the airfield.
The problems started when there was break in the monsoon rains, and some Japanese planes arrived overhead. The British artillery fire ceased, either the guns were being moved, or the men were keeping their heads down. The increase in mortar and machine gun fire from the Japanese signalled that another attack was underway. The Japanese had managed to find where the Jats and the Bahawalpurs positions joined and were striking there with a large force, including some tanks.
Allahkaffik was based near the Regiment’s HQ, and a runner came to Captain Khan to order a counterattack at the point where the Japanese were breaking through. Sergeant Runcie and his crew were already aboard the tank, ready for just such a moment. The driver, Jock Anderson, got the tank moving, with Fazil and his squad were on the engine hatches. Fazil himself was kneeling behind the turret, with a Vickers–Berthier (VB) LMG pointing forward. Runcie, in the turret hatch, had warned him plenty of times not to fire the gun when his head was beside it, it would deafen him.
Khan’s Company were spread out, sweeping ahead and to the side of the tank, as they had practised time and time again. The gunner and loader, Nigel Coote and Bert Leitch, were busy checking and double checking the guns and ammo loads. Runcie had always warned Fazil that when they went into action, the tank would become a bullet magnet, and staying on the tank was likely to be deadly. Fazil had just shrugged, “Allah Kiyfik!” As they drew near the site of the breakthrough, the reality of the tank drawing fire from just about every Japanese soldier hit home. Two of his squad were knocked off the tank, and when Runcie had ducked down and pulled the hatch shut, Fazil opened up with the VB.
Coote very quickly identified a Japanese tank and engaged it with the 2-pdr, firing three shots in quick succession, moving to the co-axial Besa when the Japanese tank was burning. The wave of just over 100 men of Khan’s Company, along with Allahkaffik’s guns pushed the Japanese back. Once the breach was sealed, and the Jats and Bahawalpurs were able to tie their positions together again, Runcie ordered his driver to reverse, and shouted to Captain Khan that it was time to withdraw.
The Japanese aircraft must have left, because artillery shells began to fall again on the Japanese positions. Only eighty men from Khan’s Company withdrew back to their starting position, and of them many had suffered some kind of wound, the fighting had become hand to hand at one point. Coote and Leitch ran off with two of Fazil’s squad to bring more ammunition into the tank, while Jock Anderson refilled the fuel tank. They’d only travelled about a mile, but Anderson maintained that he never knew when they’d be able to refuel, and even a pint of diesel could make all the difference. Fazil had lost three of his squad and his helmet was dented from a Japanese bullet, giving him a very sore head. The mess tin of hot sweet tea was pressed into Runcie’s hand, Fazil had obviously somebody around the HQ ready for just this moment.
Firing was dying down along the front line. The Japanese seemed to have pulled back. Men raced forward to the fighting men with more ammunition, water, and with stretchers to bring back the wounded. That was when the Japanese aircraft reappeared. There were at least twelve aircraft, and they seemed to wheel about overhead, then dive and fire long bursts. Many Indian troops tried bringing their rifles and VBs to bear, but the aircraft pulled away unharmed. One aircraft concentrated on the area around the Regimental HQ, and having dropped its four bombs, turned round again to take another strafing run. The aircraft had two machine-guns firing through the propeller and was flying directly towards Allahkaffik, Fazil was standing on the back of the tank with his VB at his shoulder attempting to return fire.
The Japanese machine gun bullets rang loudly over the tank though without any real threat to the armour, even on the thinner top armour. Once it had passed Runcie, who’d automatically closed the turret hatch opened it again, fearing that he’d find Fazil dead. The naik was standing completely unscathed, laughing and pointing as the Japanese plane flew off trailing smoke. “Allah Kiyfik! Allah Kiyfik!” Fazil kept repeating, and Runcie could do nothing else, but join him. Thinking it meant ‘Can’t be bothered’ when he’d chosen the name, now he had to agree, ‘God is Sufficient.’