General Information | ||
Rank: | First Name: | Second Name: |
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Private | Arthur | Howland |
From: | Enlistment Region: | Date of Birth (y-m-d): |
Gladstone MB | Manitoba | 1917-10-20 |
Appointment: | Company: | Platoon: |
Bn HQ |
Members of 'C' Force from the East travelled across Canada by CNR troop train, picking up reinforcements enroute. Stops included Valcartier, Montreal, Ottawa, Armstrong ON, Capreol ON, Winnipeg, Melville SK, Saskatoon, Edmonton, Jasper, and Vancouver, arriving in Vancouver on Oct 27 at 0800 hrs.
The Winnipeg Grenadiers and the local soldiers that were with Brigade Headquarters from Winnipeg to BC travelled on a CPR train to Vancouver.
All members embarked from Vancouver on the ships AWATEA and PRINCE ROBERT. AWATEA was a New Zealand Liner and the PRINCE ROBERT was a converted cruiser. "C" Company of the Rifles was assigned to the PRINCE ROBERT, everyone else boarded the AWATEA. The ships sailed from Vancouver on Oct 27th and arrived in Hong Kong on November 16th, having made brief stops enroute at Honolulu and Manila.
Equipment earmarked for 'C' Force use was loaded on the ship DON JOSE, but would never reach Hong Kong as it was rerouted to Manila when hostilities commenced.
On arrival, all troops were quartered at Nanking Barracks, Sham Shui Po Camp, in Kowloon.
We do not have specific battle information for this soldier in our online database. For a detailed description of the battle from a Canadian perspective, visit Canadian Participation in the Defense of Hong Kong (published by the Historical Section, Canadian Military Headquarters).
Name of hospital | Date of admission | Date of discharge | Comments | Reference |
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HK-BMH | 08/22/1942 | N/A | 118 |
Camp ID | Camp Name | Location | Company | Type of Work | Arrival Date | Departure Date |
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HK-SA-01 | Shamshuipo | Kowloon, Hong Kong | Capture | 42 Jan 22 | ||
HK-NP-02 | North Point | North Point, Hong Kong Island | 42 Jan 22 | 42 Sep 26 | ||
HK-SA-02 | Shamshuipo | Kowloon, Hong Kong | 42 Sep 26 | 43 Aug 15 | ||
JP-Os-3B | Oeyama | Kyoto-fu, Yosa-gun, Yoshizu-mura, Sutsu, Japan | Nippon Yakin Nickel Mine & Refinery | Mining nickel & work at the refinery | 43 Sep 01 | 45 Sep 02 |
Draft Number | Name of Ship | Departure Date | Arrival Date | Arrival Port | Comments | Reference |
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XD4A | Manryu Maru | 43 Aug 15 | 43 Sep 01 | Osaka, Japan | Brief stopover in Taihoku (Taipei), Formosa (Taiwan); then 2 day stopover at northern point for stool tests | Tony Banham |
Transport Mode | Arrival Destination | Arrival Date | Comments |
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admitted/NATS | SF | 1945-10-04 |
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Date of Death (y-m-d) | Cause of Death | Death Class | |
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1993-08-29 | Post War | ||
Cemetery Location | Cemetery | Grave Number | Gravestone Marker |
Winnipeg Manitoba Canada | Brookside Cemetery | MLTY-9286-0 |
Born October 20, 1917 at Shellmouth, SK, to Godfrey and Grace. Arthur was raised with his sister Kay and brothers Allen and Dick in the farming community of Gladstone, MB. With the outbreak of the World War II, Arthur joined the Winnipeg Grenadiers and served in Bermuda, Jamaica, the defense of Hong Kong and the subsequent four year internment as a POW. Arthur met his future wife Violet Winkworth while recuperating at Fort Osborne Hospital. They were married February 2, 1946 and became parents to Terry. Val and Marc. Throughout his life Art shared his love of nature with his family and others, particularly through his involvement in the scouting movement. After his retirement in 1982, Art spent his time with his many hobbies and in the delight of his grandchildren and great grandchildren. A man of few words and quiet courage, his infinite patience will always be an example.
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The Origin of ”Bud’ Jackson
When my father, Arthur Howland Jackson, was a very young boy he accompanied his older sister to the store one day n the small town they lived in. Someone ¡n the store asked his sister, Kay, who the little guy was and because she could not pronounce the word brother properly it came out as my 'budder'. From that day on and throughout the rest of his life he was known as Bud Jackson and Arthur Howland was only used for legal purposes.Eulogy for Arthur Howland Jackson by friend George Lowe September 3,1993
When the family first asked me to give the eulogy today, I declined, indicating that emotionally, I just wouldn’t be able to handle it. After sleeping on it, talking to and remembering all of the good times, I decided that l would like to share some of those memories with all of you. As I started to write them down, my only problem was where to stop because we’re not talking about an ordinary man. Arthur Howland Jackson was born in Shellmouth, Saskatchewan on October 20, 1917. I’m not sure when he and his family moved to Gladstone, Manitoba but that was where I first met him because Gladstone was my hometown as well.
Bud the Soldier
My first vivid memory of him was when he came back to Gladstone on his last furlough before leaving for Hong Kong. What a sight he made striding through the town in his military uniform, complete with overseas patches, bayonet, etc. Strong. Virile. And handsome. In the mind of a 14 year old boy, war was glamorous and exciting and Bud was the town hero.
Bud the Family Man
l saw him again when he first came back from Hong Kong. While he wasn’t quite the same, the Japanese had not broken his spirit or his love of life, physically he was not as strong but he was still virile and handsome. Vi must have thought so too because she met him while he was convalescing in Fort Osborne Military Hospital, where she was visiting on behalf of the Canadian Legion. It was a whirlwind courtship and they were married on February 2,1946. So began 47 years of love, sacrifice and devotion for each other. A devotion that was clearly evident as Vi sat almost on a 24 hour basis, holding his hand during the last week of his life. The family expanded to include Valerie and husband Dave, Terry and wife Darlene and Mark and wife Chantelle. Bud was a family man and a real softie where kids were concerned-just ask anyone of his 3 grandchildren. Chris, Sherry and Julie… or his 5 greatgrandchildren.
Bud the Scouter
Bud was a man of many talents and he excelled at all of them. He enjoyed a challenge and only tired of something when everything was running satisfactorily- he couldn’t wait to get on with something else. Our paths didn’t cross again until l955 when l moved to Fort Garry and became part of the Boy Scout Movement in Pembina District. Bud was the scoutmaster at St Albans Church and gave it everything he had. He was an avid outdoorsman so the boys in his troop received a training and a living experience unequalled anywhere. I was at his 40th birthday party when he was gung ho about winter camping. He became one of the pioneers in the city and lectured, demonstrated and participated in group camping at Lions Lake. I was not so keen but was dragged along kicking and screaming. I am however, forever Grateful to him for introducing me to the outdoor world of snowshoeing and cross country skiing. When St. Albans was going satisfactorily, he moved onto Crescent Fort Rouge and organized a troop there which he ran successively for a number of years.
Bud the Worker
Bud just had to be busy and one of my favorite stories concerns the time he talked me into letting him paint the trim on my house because he was on holiday and wanted something to do. He rode his bike over in the morning, painted the trim and rode home. He thanked me for being such a good friend. He spent most of his working life at Codville Company Limited doing their building and maintenance work. With his usual diligence he kept the machines and boiler running at top efficiency. Just when others were thinking of retiring, he accepted a new challenge with Standard Plumbing and brought order out of chaos in their stock room. He could never stand being idle. He spent hours on his shopsmith, could and would build anything for anyone. The first thing he did on retirement was to tear down his garage and build a new one. He also helped me build my cottage at the lake but stopped coming when it started to look like a home - it was just too civilized.
Bud the Movie Director
Bud was not a joiner but he was a member of the Hong Kong Veterans Association and he and Vi visited Hong Kong again with members of that association. It must have been a very painful experience for him. Although severe malnutrition ruined his eyesight, he seemed to bear no grudges and once commented that there were severe food shortages and they were fed as well as their captors. With his usual enthusiasm he ended up assisting, commentating and directing the CBC camera crew who filmed a documentary of the visit.
Bud the Knitter
Perhaps because of the internment, Bud developed extreme patience and even with his poor eyesight produced beautiful needle work and knitted sweaters, etc. for his family and friends.
Bud the Camper
He loved the outdoors and was never happier than when he was tenting, cooking over an open fire, exploring the country in his canoe or kayak, complete with sail, and in their tent trailer and full sized trailer. He visited and explored many parts of Manitoba and Ontario. I never knew when I’d get a call from him on a Sunday morning with a cheery “How would you like to take the girls out for supper today”. Supper invariably included a pit fire out Parker Avenue, Birds Hill, the Stone Quarries at Stonewall, etc. There was always a new twist like starting the fire using flint and steel or Indian style using a birds nest. It was never boring.
Bud the Gardenner
He loved to work in his garden and was always reading about and trying new methods. How many of you remember his three tiered garden or his special potato barrel.
Today we celebrate and thank God for the life of Bud Jackson. He was a good husband, father, grandfather, friend, teacher and helper. Because of him, the world or at least the world of his family, friends and everyone who came to know him is a better, richer and happier place. I am a better person because of his friendship.
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