Lt. Farran
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Lt. Roy Farran commanded a troop of tanks at Maleme and Galatas.  I have used his book, 'Winged Dagger' as the source for the following extracts.

Farran was a young 20 year old Lieutenant in the Kings Own Hussars, a cavalry regiment equipped with the Light Tank Mark VIB.  These were not tanks in the sense that we would use the word today when we think of those in Desert Storm, these were light vehicles, with little fire power and a three man crew.  Not much more than armoured cars.
Roy Farran went with his unit in late 1940 to North Africa, where they would be part of 4th Armoured Brigade.  While there, the other tanks that they would operate with were the Matildas, which they often called 'cruisers'.  Both the Light Tank and the Matilda would be used on Crete.  Farran said of the Light Tank; "I think the Light Tank Mark VIB must be the most uncomfortable vehicle ever invented.  It is like travelling along on the inside of a sharp-cornered rocking-horse and it is impossible to move anywhere without skinning your elbows."
Operating in North Africa Farran's unit was involved in actions around Tobruk and Bardia, and in one action his tank was put on fire by an Italian tank; "The first shell came into the bottom of the tank by some miraculous ricochet; a few moments later another penetrated under the gun mantle, which was facing the rear, and passed between the gunner and me to burst in the petrol tank behind the driver.  Flames shot up in front of my face as I gave the order to abandon tank, and as we were hurling ourselves out of the hatch, another shell passed through the wireless set.  We began to run."
In North Africa the British saw their fortunes rise and fall a number of times over the months and years prior to El Alamein, and in late March the retreat from Cyrenaica started "When the Brigade began their headlong retreat on the 1st April, the 6th Tanks and ourselves remained in hull-down positions south of Antelat prepared to fight to the end against the Germans".  It didn't turn out that way, Farran ended up on a ship bound for Alexandria on the evening of the 8th, arriving there 2 days later.  What with events in Greece as well, things were not going well in the eastern Mediterranean.  After a spell of leave in Alexandria Farran was to be sent with others from the 3rd Hussars to Crete, but not before the freighter, Dalesman, taking him there had been bombed in Suda Bay and she "settled firmly on the bed on which she was to rest many years".  The bombing wasn't just an inconvenience; "The tanks were the main difficulty.  Twelve in the upper hold were salvageable, but all the others and all the transport except the trucks on the deck were under the water.  Worst of all, the wireless sets were a total loss".  They were finally ready to move on the 18th May.  The Germans invaded on the morning of the 20th, so little time to get their bearings.
The battle started for Farran, in his own words; "We were sitting round a deal table under an olive tree having breakfast at seven o'clock on the morning of the 20th May, when suddenly the sky was filled with enemy aircraft.  They came low over the tops of the trees, spraying the olive groves with bullets and dropping bombs haphazardly over our positions.  There seemed so many aircraft that they blotted out the sun.  In addition to the whistle of the bombs, the racket of the machine guns and the screaming of their engines, some had attached sinister wailing sirens to their wings.  As the bullets tore through the leaves from one direction, we scrambled over each other to seek shelter behind the tree-trunk".  
The tank crews scrambled for their vehicles and moved out to support the infantry, Farran on his was to Galatas and it was not long before they found themselves in a spot of bother.  Under fire from some Germans they could not see, the driver tried turning round and wrenched off one track.  Luckily they were in an area with some cover, but they had to get out of the tank and effect a repair under fire before they could make good their escape.

Light tank in Bovington Museum.  Photo J Dillon

As they got out of Galatas an incident occurred of which Farran was not proud, but neither did he feel too much remorse.  His tank was approached by some German parachutists with their hands in the air. "I ordered the gunner to fire.  Three dropped dead, but two others managed to limp away into the trees.  I do not think that I would make a practice of shooting prisoners, but Crete was different, and in the heat of the moment I had not time to think".  When he got back to the squadron area he spent the rest of the morning guarding the road to Galatas.  In the afternoon he was ordered to assist the New Zealanders of the 19th Battalion in clearing Galatas cemetery.  While they took the ground, the Germans beat them back, and in the evening he found himself again assisting New Zealanders, but this time in a night attack towards Galatas prison.  During the positioning for this attack Farran ended up with his tank driving over  a tangle of wire, which they got through but which beame caught up in one of his bogeys and would give him a problem later.  As it turned out, because of poor communication and confusion, the attack was cancelled.  It was now the end of the 20th.

Both the photos above were taken in 2003 at the Duxford Museum in the Air/Land Battle Hall

Photos by J Dillon

On the evening of the 21st he and others from the squadron were ordered to move along the coast, towards Maleme to take part in that nights counter-offensive.  Accordingly they made their way to the NZ Brigade Headquarters in the village of Platanias.  His troop had been selected to take part in the attack, but as they had been on the go for some 48 hours, he was not best pleased.   The following is from Farran's book, he is about to get his orders for the attack;

"We mounted the steps of an old farm-house to receive the orders from the Brigadier.  He was a re, open-faced man, who looked like a country farmer and it was obvious that he was suffering from acute fatigue.  He asked us to wait for half an hour while he had some sleep.  Disgusted, intolerant, we sat on the steps until he was ready.  Then he began to explain his plan, which had the merits of simplicity if nothing else.  There was no artillery apart from a few captured Italian guns, which had to be aimed by squinting down the barrel, so we were to advance without a barrage.  There were no mortars because they had forgotten to pack the base-plates in Alexandria.  There were no spades, so weapon-pits would have to be dug with steel helmets.  My orders were to advance at a slow pace down the road, since the ground was too rough to get off into the open country.  Parallel with my middle tank, the 20th New Zealand Battalion would advance on the right and the Maori Battalion on the left.  In particular, I was to beware of two Bofors guns, recently captured by the enemy, which were said to be mounted near the village and would blow large holes in my tanks.  I protested that my tanks were only thinly armoured perambulators and that this was a job for Matildas, but I was sharply brought back to reality by the reminder that beggars cannot be choosers.  All the Matildas had been knocked out the day before.  He acceded to one request, which was that a section of Maoris should advance behind each tank, so that I could better judge the pace and to prevent Molotov Cocktails from being thrown from the ditches".

The moved forward from the start line, a stream outside Platanias, at half-past four and by daylight were on the outskirts of Maleme village.  As they went forward the lead tank of Sergeant Skedgewell was hit by anti-tank guns, Skedgewell was "mashed up with the seat, the gunner was killed and the driver badly wounded, though he managed to get the tank out and back.  Farran tried to pull Skedgewell out of the tank, gave him morphia, but he later died.  By now they were also being attacked by Me109s, and Farran crashed off into a bamboo field to try to get away from the straffing.  Disaster, the bogey damaged earlier by the tangle of wire now gave out on him, and they had to leave the tank and run for it.

A Matilda at the Bovington Tank Museum.  Photo J Dillon

In his book Farran almost blames himself for the loss of Skedgewell; "And then Skedgewell.  I knew and had known all along that the leading tank would be destroyed.  Because I knew that it was bound to be knocked out, I asked the Squadron Leader if I could go in front, knowing full well that he would say that the regulations demanded that the officer should travel in the middle.  On any other occasion, if I had wanted to go in front, I would not have bothered to ask.  And Skedgewell had been killed.  I did not care for orders when it suited me, but this time I had chosen to obey them because I knew that I would be killed if I did not.  I should have been in that leading tank.  Instead, there was Skedgewell dead and his pretty young wife waiting at home.  I felt as if I had murdered him.  And the aircraft overhead with those terrible wailing sirens were like kite hawks over a dead body".
Farran and his crew made it back to the squadron, and then with a couple of fitters they removed a bogey wheel from Skedgewell's tank, and under fire, repaired the bogey on his stranded tank.  He was now ordered back towards Maleme to help cover a withdrawal of the New Zealanders.  The Germans had almost been beaten, but the withdrawal gave heart to the German attackers.  Falling back Farran spent the next two days holding a road-block outside Canea, but then on the evening of the 25th he was told to take his two tanks to assist with an attempt to retake Galatas.  After his remorse at the loss of Skedgewell, he now wanted to be in the position of lead tank.  The village was full of Germans and Farran and his Corporal, commanding the second tank, went through the village and back again, spraying the houses with machine-gun bullets.  When the infantry were ready they and Farran advanced again on the village, in darkness.

"I had got to a corner half-way through the High Street, when there was a blinding flash inside the tank and my gunner sank groaning to the bottom of the turret.  he said that he had been hit.  I felt a sort of burn in my thigh and thought it probable that I also had been wounded.  I told the driver to turn round, but as he swung broadside to the enemy we were hit again.  My driver was wounded in the shoulder and in consequence pulled the tiller too hard, putting us into the ditch.  We sat there, crouched in the bottom of the turret, while the anti-tank rifle carved big chunks out of the top.  I was hit twice more - in both legs and in the right arm.  Stannard, my gunner, was in a bad way, having stopped one in the stomach.  I pushed them both out through the driver's hatch and crawled out myself.  I pulled myself along on my elbows until I was under cover of a low stone wall.  There I lay in the infernal din (for the Germans were still shooting bits out of the tank), praying for the New Zealanders."

They were eventually picked up by two more tanks from his squadron, and taken to a dressing station.  A couple of days were spent in miserable conditions, with other patients, before they were all captured by the Germans and taken to the 7th General Hospital, now in German hands.  Farran, around about the 29th May, was flown off the island in a Ju52 transport, to a prisoner-of-war hospital near Athens.
The Daily Telegraph for 5th June 2006 carried a long obituary article for Farran who died on the 2nd June.  He had earned the DSO and three MCs.  The article is full of 'derring-do', and reads like a 'Boys' Own' story.  The article is too long to copy here, but does show that it is worth getting his book and reading some of his exploits.  He finally settled in Canada.  As well as the decorations mentioned above he also won the American Legion of Merit for his exploits in Italy, and the French Croix de Guerre.

The photo is from the Daily Telegraph.

Roy Farran is the one in the Jeep.