The Jungle is Neutral by F. S. Chapman
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One of the must-have books of the period !
F. SPENCER CHAPMAN, the book's unflappable author, narrates with typical British aplomb an amazing tale of four years spent as a guerrilla in the jungle, haranguing the Japanese in occupied Malaysia.
Traveling sometimes by bicycle and motorcycle, rarely by truck, and mainly in dugouts, on foot, and often on his belly through the jungle muck, Chapman recruits sympathetic Chinese, Malays, Tamils, and Sakai tribesman into an irregular corps of jungle fighters. Their mission: to harass the Japanese in any way possible. In riveting scenes, they blow up bridges, cut communication lines, and affix plasticine to troop-filled trucks idling by the road. They build mines by stuffing bamboo with gelignite. They throw grenades and disappear into the jungle, their faces darkened with carbon, their tommy guns wrapped in tape so as not to reflect the moonlight.
And when he is not battling the Japanese, or escaping from their prisons, he is fighting the jungle's incessant rain, wild tigers, unfriendly tribesmen, leeches, and undergrowth so thick it can take four hours to walk a mile.
It is a war story without rival.
Many of us, between 1939 and 1946, had adventure thrust upon us, Colonel Spencer Chapman is one of the few who seem born to adventure. It would be small matter for wonder if he is already a myth in the Malayan jungle, where for over three years he lived, having no previous experience of the country, harassing the Japanese, training the Chinese guerrillas, undertaking often alone the most arduous marches, twice captured and escaping from his captors, his life a crazy pattern of illness, frustration, and hair-raising peril, ennobled by his will to work for the liberation of the people he had come to love. Such was the vitality of this man tht he was also able to fill diaries written in Eskimo, lest they should reveal secrets to the enemy not only with a soldiers account of his operations but also with a naturalists minute observations of the jungle.
Traveling sometimes by bicycle and motorcycle, rarely by truck, and mainly in dugouts, on foot, and often on his belly through the jungle muck, Chapman recruits sympathetic Chinese, Malays, Tamils, and Sakai tribesman into an irregular corps of jungle fighters. Their mission: to harass the Japanese in any way possible. In riveting scenes, they blow up bridges, cut communication lines, and affix plasticine to troop-filled trucks idling by the road. They build mines by stuffing bamboo with gelignite. They throw grenades and disappear into the jungle, their faces darkened with carbon, their tommy guns wrapped in tape so as not to reflect the moonlight.
And when he is not battling the Japanese, or escaping from their prisons, he is fighting the jungle's incessant rain, wild tigers, unfriendly tribesmen, leeches, and undergrowth so thick it can take four hours to walk a mile.
It is a war story without rival.
Many of us, between 1939 and 1946, had adventure thrust upon us, Colonel Spencer Chapman is one of the few who seem born to adventure. It would be small matter for wonder if he is already a myth in the Malayan jungle, where for over three years he lived, having no previous experience of the country, harassing the Japanese, training the Chinese guerrillas, undertaking often alone the most arduous marches, twice captured and escaping from his captors, his life a crazy pattern of illness, frustration, and hair-raising peril, ennobled by his will to work for the liberation of the people he had come to love. Such was the vitality of this man tht he was also able to fill diaries written in Eskimo, lest they should reveal secrets to the enemy not only with a soldiers account of his operations but also with a naturalists minute observations of the jungle.
Hardcover in good condition as per pics