‘Beautiful' story found in man's WWII diary
Letters to ‘Jessie’: Lovelorn soldier a son of Katikati and son of Italy too
No one knows – nearly 80 years after a World War II soldier and the mononymous “Jessie” exchanged letters, she remains just that. A Christian name in a war diary. “It’s beautiful,” says Katikati Museum volunteer Pauline Mccowan, who transcribed a whole year of the soldier’s 1940 war diary.
“He was writing to this mystery woman and we still don’t know who she is.”
Sunday, June 2, 1940: “Very hot. Wrote a letter to Jessie all afternoon.”
But tantalisingly, we don’t know what he wrote.
The soldier wrote often, in pencil – strong, flowing, cursive. It said something of the man’s style.
“He would often mention writing home to Jessie and his mother.”
So Pauline tallied it up. “Jesse got many more letters than anyone else.”
Sunday, January 9, 1940: “Wrote to Jessie. Posted air mail.”
And so on, every few days. “But no, no clues as to who she was.”
“We don’t even know if she was in New Zealand. Neither does his family. Not to this day.”
Sunday, May 12, 1940: “Wrote to Jessie between air raids.”
There was obviously a chemistry, but was there passion, romance?
The emotionally detached diary entries offer the reader nothing.
Venture down Katikati’s Main Rd to the War Memorial Hall and we learn more about the lovelorn soldier.
Cunningham, Victor; Holmes, Norman; Johnston, Maurice.
All sons of Katikati, fallen World War II heroes, names on a plaque. Manson, Smeaton, Marsh, Allan H., Mountier, Russell.
Aah, there he is. The letter writer. Walford, Russell Freeland, Lt or Lieutenant.
The last of 12 Katikati names on the memorial panel; Lieutenant Russell Walford, service number 1024, 20th Armoured Regiment. Died December 16, 1943, in the battle for Orsogna during the Italian campaign. Just 29 years old. His tank had been knocked out while retreating from a position that had come under German fire.
It’s understood he was lying with other injured in a church yard when they were again caught in a maelstrom of German tank fire, anti-tank gun fire and flame throwers.
One surviving tank gunner recalled it being the worst experience
of his life. “Thirteen tanks went in, nine were shot up, several of the boys killed.”
It was his, the gunner’s, first taste of action.
“I wasn’t afraid so much, but sad. Fellows I’d been talking to a week earlier, you know, stiff and dead. Never see home again.”
Lieutenant Russell Walford now lies in a groomed plot, 1X.D.20, at the Sangro River War Cemetery in Chieti, central southern Italy. The son of Katikati is now a son of Italy too.
“He was a nice man,” concludes Pauline Mccowan, the Katikati Museum volunteer.
“He talked about having a good time with his mates. He enjoyed singsongs, he loved dancing, he was respectful, called his parents ‘mother’ and ‘father’. He was also a very good looking man.”
And by the time she finished transcribing his diary, Pauline says she felt completely in love with him.
“It was such a beautiful and privileged task. He just sounded like a really decent bloke.”
Friday, October 11: “Received parcel of socks and hankies from Jessie. Just what I wanted.”
Much of the diary is the daily mundanities - manoeuvres in the desert, a dental appointment, a debilitating bout of “gippo tummy” and a more sobering moment – a funeral for the “first man of the regiment to pass away”.
No mention of the horror, the blood and gore stories from the front line. Although he did write excitedly about seeing his first air raid over Cairo.
Lest we forget Russell Freeland Walford.
The soldier’s diary and medals are now in the keeping of Western Bay Museum in Katikati.— Weekend Sun