Signalman Paiki's experiences.

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Tono kōrero mai

Signalman Tamaio Paiki of Temuka [Kāti Huirapa, Arowhenua] recounts his experiences during the fight to gain entry and relieve Tobruk.

Ki te iwi, ki ngā hapu, ki ngā marae, i Aotearoa, i te Waipounamu, tēnā koutou. Ki aku hākui, i Korerehu a Hariata. Ki aku tuahine - Pirihira, Amiria, ki taku kaumatua a Wiremu Mihaka. Ki aku tamariki - Winston, Jill and Gaynor, Barry, Bill me Tuhuru. Tenei te aroha, tēnā koutou, tēnā koutou, tēnā koutou.

Naturally, I am proud to be the first full-blood representative of my race to arrive in the fortress of Tobruk. My unit was the first, or rather among the first to pass along the narrow east to west corridor from the desert into Tobruk which our air force, armoured units and artillery had smashed open through the strongly held enemy lines.

We arrived in the early hours of the morning after a gruelling all night movements through the shell rid area. Incidentally we made this journey after being shelled continuously for two days and after repelling vicious, futile attacks by a large German force. Looking back over the three or four weeks when our division was in action, one’s mind simply seethes with the vivid memories of swift desert journeys.
Our mechanised columns attacking relentlessly at many widely separated points. Every day, every night was full of incident and for me to discuss in detail the events of any particular day would take much more time than this broadcast permits. My most vivid recollection of our time out in the blue, is the tank battle which raged for two days when we were just north of Sidi Rezegh and which was in clear view about 7000 yards to the south and east. Enemy artillery together with mobile infantry stood in readiness to support their tanks.
Our reconnaissance patrols reported that they were a numerically stronger force at this point than we were and that it was evident that they would attempt to crash through to re-join their other forces to the west.
Through powerful binoculars I saw our light and heavy armoured units move forward just below the edge of an escarpment over which the Hun tanks must come. All day long on the first day the enemy tanks tried to come over but time and again they were driven back. The enemy renewed his attempts on the following morning only to meet the same determined resistance.

The fight took a sudden change when a squadron of about twenty fighter planes from the RAF, God bless ‘em, started to strafe his infantry. How we cheered when we saw the Jerries running in all directions trying to evade the hail of bullets and bombs from the air. Nor were their troubles ended here, our artillery suddenly opened fire and even in that first salvo several of their lorries burst into flames. It was a dramatic sight and I was among those who climbed on top of a lorry and had a real grandstand view of it all.

Before coming into the desert I like many others in the division wondered in what circumstances I would see or meet my first Hun. Of course I imagined he and I would be pelting lead and steel at each other but such was not the case. There were thirty one in the first group of Germans I saw. They passed through the lines of my unit, early one morning, having given themselves up as prisoners during the night. From a close inspection of them, my impression was that they had been fully fed and their clothes were of very indifferent quality. They were the first of several hundred prisoners I saw that day.

From my own observations here in the Middle East, I really, as one of the ranks, would like the Prime Minister and the people of New Zealand to know three things: one – we will always earnestly strive to maintain the traditionally high name that New Zealanders have as a fighting force and so hasten the day of victory. Two – thanks to the sacrifices and the work of the people home there in our Dominion, we here are foremost among the best equipped soldiers in the world and three – the officers who direct the operations of the New Zealand division and particularly the officers of my own unit are men whose courage, ability and leadership have won the unstinted admiration of the men in the ranks.

E te iwi, ka mutu i konei, tenei a Tamaio Paiki. Hei konei ra, hei konei ra, hei konei ra.

[Transcription courtesy www.28maoribattalion.org.nz]

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Year 1941

Reference number 14007

Media type AUDIO

Collection Sound Collection

Genre Radio speeches
Nonfiction radio programs
Radio programs
Sound recordings

Credits RNZ Collection
Paiki, Tamaio, Speaker/Kaikōrero
New Zealand. National Broadcasting Service (estab. 1936, closed 1946), Broadcaster

Duration 00:04:09

Date 07 Dec 1941

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