|The Liri valley at Monte Cassino|
When I finished "Belonging" I thought I was done with that history and those characters, but two years on I find myself working on a novel set during the British Raj, this time about an Indian soldier on the run in Italy during the Second World War, and then back in India as the country begins to prepare for Independence. As part of my research I have just completed two trips to Italy, thanks to a generous grant from The Society of Authors.
My first visit, in late July, was to Monte Cassino, the site of four major battles that took place over a period of four months between January and May 1944. Troops from Canada, India, Nepal, New Zealand and Poland fought alongside British soldiers in the 8th Army, in a campaign that cost some 55,000 Allied casualties. Just a look at the terrain - a series of mountains and rivers fiercely defended by the German army, which held all the high ground - explains the almost impossible task that confronted these soldiers. Historians have described the Italian campaign as one of the most hard fought and challenging of the entire war, with conditions in many cases worse than those of the First World War, but after D-Day media attention shifted to France and Germany and the Italian campaign was forgotten. In the House of Commons Nancy Astor contemptuously referred to the soldiers in Italy as 'The D-Day Dodgers'. Their response was a song, ironically embracing the sobriquet, which can be heard HERE.
|The rebuilt Benedictine monastery above Indian|
graves in the British cemetery at Monte Cassino
Our guide, Danila Bracaglia of Monte Cassino Tours, showed us round the Monastery and the area, gave us the cultural and historical background and introduced us to Italians who had childhood memories of the German occupation. Everywhere we went we were welcomed warmly, as though we were long lost family.
At San Angelo, the site of a ferocious battle in which the Indians were involved, Angelo Evangelista told me how, as a boy, when German soldiers occupied the village, he had swapped eggs for bread with them. One soldier cheated him and was disciplined by his senior officer when the boy complained, and the soldier later threw a rock at him. Deserters from the Italian army were hidden in basements although the penalty was death, but when the villagers were lined up one man said he would rather be shot than betray his friends and the Germans let them all go. "They weren't bad people," Angelo said. "They weren't SS or Gestapo. Just ordinary soldiers."
At Sinagoga, an ancient Jewish settlement which was cleared of Jews in the 14th century, Franco Sinagoga showed us the barns that were occupied by German troops and described the tunnels dug under them in which they hid their anti-aircraft guns, so they could roll them out to fire and then withdraw. He and his wife, whom we woke from their siesta, made us welcome and plied us with food, beer and strong spirits. In mid-afternoon temperatures of 38 degrees, we refused politely and opted for iced water, but I started to get a sense of the welcome that escapees and refugees have described receiving.
The warmth and hospitality reminded me of India and I saw many similarities between the Indian and Italian ways of life. Most Indian soldiers, like Italian ones, came from agricultural families. They understood the poverty and harshness of rural life, but also the deep connection between the people and the land they had lived on for centuries, and were able to empathise with their suffering in a way that many other soldiers could not. Even the divisions in Italian society between the fascists and anti-fascists would soon be reflected in India in the inter-communal conflict at Partition.
By the end of that tour, I had a sense of the Italian landscape, the people and the culture, essential if I am to believe in the world of my novel. But I still needed an understanding of the Indian Army's involvement, what a soldier would have experienced on the ground, the conditions, and of course some specifics about battles, weaponry, and so on. Thanks to the synchronicity that helped to shape "Belonging", and seems to be continuing with this book, I came across a mention of the Indian regiment I am researching online, which led me to retired Lt-Col. Frank de Planta, who runs Cassino Battlefield Tours. When I contacted Frank he told me he was taking a contingent of 35 soldiers from an armoured Scottish regiment to Monte Cassino at the end of that month and asked if I would like to join them. Somewhat apprehensively I agreed, wondering how I would keep up with 35 fit young soldiers at my age. More about that in the next blog.
And then I'm off to India on another research trip, funded by the Arts Council's Artists' International Development Fund, to continue the Indian part of my research, develop my oral storytelling work, and also to do some family history research for a memoir. I plan to write a series of blogs about those as I travel around, so watch this space.