Jack Tredrea was just 24 years old when he parachuted into Borneo in March 1945, armed with only a few maps, some guns and grenades, and a cyanide pill to swallow in case he was captured.
“You didn’t know where you were going to finish up,” he said. “But it all worked out naturally for you, and you just fitted yourself in, and away you went.”
Tredrea, who turns 98 in May, was a Z Special Unit operative during the Second World War. As part of Operation Semut 1, he parachuted into the remote Kelabit Highlands of Sarawak without knowing who, or what, he would find, and recruited a guerrilla force of about 30 Dayaks, travelling with them for more than six months through dense jungle terrain, from the highlands to the east, as they cleared out the Japanese.
The silk map he carried with him is now on display at the Australian War Memorial in Canberra as part of a temporary exhibition, A matter of trust: Dayaks & Z Special Unit operatives in Borneo 1945. Developed in partnership with the Australian National University and with the support of the Australian Research Council, the exhibition explores the work of Z Special Unit operatives in Borneo and the relationships they developed with the indigenous populations. It also features Tredrea’s notebook, which includes instructions for medical treatments and standard Malay phrases, and a photograph of him wearing a Japanese officer’s breeches and boots in Borneo in May 1945.
“Z was a different operation to anything else,” Tredrea said. “You were never told what you were going to do. You weren’t allowed to talk about what you were training for. We didn’t know ourselves … where we were going until the day we got on the plane. [That was] in case any of us were caught. You could have been tortured and divulged information, [but] we didn’t have it.
“Once we landed, then it was back on to you. We operated individually … [so] I left where we parachuted into, and I walked every day for five weeks, visiting every Kampong – every village – in the highlands of Borneo. [We were] gaining all the information we could, and in my case, because I was a trained medic as well, I was treating people all the time. They hadn’t had a doctor or any medical assistance for five years when we turned up, so I did my first operation on the third day.
“The head man of the village said to me, ‘One of our older men can’t walk, would you have a look at him?’ So I went into the Kampong and he was lying on a mat alongside a fire.
“He had a golfball-sized lump in his groin, and I thought, ‘Oh, God … that needs to come out.’
“I had no anaesthetic, so I got two of the boys – one to hold his shoulders and arms, the other to hold his feet – and I said, ‘This will hurt a little.’
“The next morning, I was sitting having my breakfast with the others, and he came tottering down the passage, and the first thing he said was, ‘Tuan Doc, Tuan Doc, terima kasih, terima kasih.’ Tuan Doctor. Tuan Doctor. Thank you. Thank you.
“He was a very happy man. And that became my name for the entire time I was in Borneo – Tuan Doc. They still call me by that when I’m over there.”
Tredrea, who was also known as “Commando Jack”, has been back to Borneo seven times since the war ended, and remains forever grateful to the Dayak people who fought alongside him. “They were on our side, from the first day we arrived, and they couldn’t do enough for us,” Tredrea said. “They were absolutely marvellous… We couldn’t have done without them … We jumped in with no food, and they fed us, and everything. Your food consisted of rice, morning noon and night, but you got a few other odd things thrown in… You didn’t ask what it was, but you ate it… It was a great time…
“They gave us all the information they could. They could go into a village where the Japanese were in occupation and they could blend in and come out and give me the information…
“I wouldn’t be here today without those people.”