Indulgences

Today was my day off, being Monday, so after an early pick up at the hotel, I was off on the desert road towards El Alamein, to indulge my interest in history.

The route itself is littered with names that are like a roadmap to the War in the Western Desert. Signs read, El Alamein, Marsa Matrouh, Sidi Barrani - I could go on.


It was a rather long three hour drive on modern highways, so one can only imagine how difficult it was more than eighty years ago.

The desert was barren either side of the highway, stretching off to the south into the far distance. Flat, featureless, and hot.

When we arrived at El Alamein, we did a quick stop at the start line. Then it was off to the Military Museum, which is quite impressive in itself. Outside, there are rows of armour - mainly from the Allied side, but with some Axis equipment also - much of it obviously recovered from battlefields.

There is also an impressive collection of artillery, including the famous German 88, several PAK (Anti-tank) guns, and some British 17 and 25 pounders, along with a Sherman, Lee-Grant and so on.

There's also the remains of a Spitfire Mk VB recovered from the seabed.

The most impressive display outside, however, is the P40 recovered from the re mote El Wadi El Jalid in the western desert. It was discovered in 2012 by a Polish oil survey team, and was remarkably intact having crash landed. The pilot, who turned out to be Flight Sgt. Denis Copping of the Desert Air Force had obviously walked away from the aircraft, as his parachute had been used a temporary sun shade, and the radio had been removed from the aircraft as he tried to get it working.

He then appeared to have walked into the desert in an attempt to reach safety.

Despite several searches, his remains were never found. Sad.

The aircraft was restored by Egyptian authorities and put on display in El Alamein as a memorial. 

The displays in the museum itself are comprehensive, and each national belligerent has its own dedicated hall.

Then it was off to the Commonwealth Graveyard, well maintained as always by the CWGC. It is a lovely peaceful place, and I even managed to locate another M.J. Buchanan, a Kiwi who lost his life tragically in Tobruk.

All in all a day well spent.


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