THE FIGHTER FELL IN LOVE: A SPANISH CIVIL WAR MEMOIR
By James R. Jump
The Clapton Press, 213 pages. £9.99. ISBN 976-1-913693-05-3
Reviewed by Jim Burns
A couple of recent books about the Spanish Civil War have focused on
the broad involvement of the International Brigades in the conflict.
Alexander Clifford’s Fighting
for Spain: The International Brigades in the Civil War 1936-1939
(Pen & Sword Books, 2020) and Giles Tremlett’s
The International Brigades:
Fascism, Freedom and the Spanish Civil War (Bloomsbury, 2020)
are both worth reading, with Tremlett’s 700 page history perhaps
being the definitive English-language book on the subject. It’s
worth noting that Richard Baxell’s
Unlikely Warriors:The British
in the Spanish Civil War and the Struggle Against Fascism (Aarum
Press, 2012) provides a closer examination of a specific group of
volunteers.
Such books can, of course, include references to the experiences of
individuals who fought in Spain, as well as outlining the broad
strategy of the war, but they rarely go into great detail about the
day-to-day activities of the average soldier. As anyone who has
spent time in an army, whether in peacetime or a war setting, will
tell you, much of military life is a question of routine. No matter
the circumstances there are numerous jobs that need to be done to
keep a unit functioning in an efficient manner. Soldiers have to be
clothed, accommodated, fed, and paid. Mundane tasks but nonetheless
essential. They are often not given too much attention by
historians, and we may need to turn to memoirs such as the one under
review to get an idea of what life was like a lot of the time when
someone wasn’t directly under fire.
James R. Jump – known as Jimmy to his fellow-Brigaders – was 21 when
he decided to go to Spain. He wasn’t an early-volunteer – it was
late-1937 before he made his decision – but he had been active in
local Labour politics in the South-East, where he worked as a
journalist for the Worthing
Herald. He had been taught Spanish while at school, and he was
engaged to a Spanish woman, Cayetana, who had come to England with a
party of Basque refugee children. The fact that he spoke Spanish was
to play a part in what happened once he arrived in Spain. It’s
useful to know, in this context, that casualty rates were high among
Brigaders. As an example, of the just over 2,000 men in the British
Battalion, around 500 were killed and many others wounded, sometimes
more than once. By the end of 1937 half of the International
Brigades “consisted of Spanish conscripts”.
There have been other accounts of what it was like to make the
journey, via Paris, to Spain, with its subterfuge, assistance from
French communists, and the long hike across the mountains between
the two countries. Jump’s story is still relevant. He kept a diary
of his activities and noted details of where he was and who he met.
He didn’t travel alone and at one point in Paris, while waiting to
be interviewed and medically examined, “My ears caught the sounds of
German, Italian, French and American English, but there were other
languages that I did not recognise”.
When he finally got to Spain and the International Brigade
headquarters at Albacete, he was issued with items of equipment,
including a Russian rifle dated 1901. This gives an indication of
how the Republican Army in general suffered from a lack of
up-to-date armaments, not to mention shortages of food, medical
equipment, and proper uniforms. Photographs in the book show that
the Brigaders dressed in a variety of jackets, when they had them,
and trousers. Jump says at one point, “we had hardly any equipment.
Most of us were bareheaded, dressed in shirts and trousers. Few had
boots. Most of us wore sandals or rope-soled
alpargatas. I doubt if
there were four steel helmets in the whole company. We had no
pouches, but carried our ammunition in our pockets or in bags tied
to our belt”.
Because he spoke Spanish Jump was frequently assigned to act as an
interpreter. As he points out, few of the British Brigaders spoke
any Spanish beyond a few basic words and, when he ran classes to
teach the language, hardly anyone came to them. His language and
journalistic skills also came in useful when he was told to take on
administrative duties, such as paymaster, postman, and clerical
worker keeping records of new arrivals, deaths, departures due to
wounds or sickness, and similar matters. This may seem like the
routines I referred to earlier, and not as interesting as what was
taking place at the front, but Jump has a light touch that makes it
relevant by tying it in with reports of what was happening generally
in Spain. His facility with the language gave him greater contact
with the local people, and he went to the nearby theatres and bars.
He was consequently probably more aware than most Brigaders of how
the Spanish people were managing to survive the privations of the
war. There are tiny character sketches of some of the Spaniards he
got to know.
The war finally came close to Jump when he was posted to the
International Brigades preparing for the last great offensive by the
Republican Army, the crossing of the Ebro and the assault on
Franco’s forces. He was in action during the attack on Gandesa and,
while surviving unscathed, he saw several of his friends cut down by
bombs and bullets. He
notes that there was little, if any, air support provided for the
soldiers on the ground, and that Franco’s aircraft, often piloted by
Germans and Italian, dominated the skies. Jump may have been lucky
when it came to being killed or wounded during the fighting, but he
fell victim to one of the other problems that beset soldiers and was
diagnosed as suffering from yellow jaundice.
Sent back across the Ebro, he had spells in various hospitals before
he was considered fit enough to return to duties. But by that time
the decision had been taken by the Spanish Government to withdraw
the International Brigades from Spain. If the Prime Minister,
Negrin, hoped that this would persuade Franco to similarly dispose
of the German and Italian forces supporting him, he was sadly
mistaken. Russia had already virtually abandoned Republican Spain to
its fate, and it would not be long before Franco easily swept to
victory and began a policy of purges and reprisals.
Before that happened the Brigaders were brought together and
prepared for their departure. Jump provides some vivid descriptions
of slow-moving trains, long delays in decrepit stations, and arrival
in a bombed-out Barcelona. The British contingent was finally
shipped through France to Dieppe and eventually London. Different
nationalities were not as lucky, and many Brigaders, unable to
return to countries such as Germany and Italy, were interned in
France.
Jump was honest enough to admit that he was frightened at the
thought of being under fire. And, with this in mind, he had doubts
when an announcement was made that two Scandinavians had been
executed for desertion. They were automatically labelled as
Trotskyists, the implication being that it was their political
affiliations that influenced them to desert. Jump, though,
“suspected that the condemned men were victims of their own fear.
They had been terrified out of their lives and, unable to stand
anymore, had deserted. I had been terrified, too, and knew what it
felt like”.
It was due to this, and similar occurrences, that he “came to the
conclusion that I would never make a real soldier…….and I was only
intellectuality an anti-fascist”. He could never imagine himself
shooting a Spanish conscript who had thrown away his uniform and gun
and was attempting to flee. There are some other examples of the
ways in which discipline was exercised in the Brigades, and not only
in relation to battlefield circumstances. Anti-semitism, racism,
drunkenness, sexual deviation, and catching venereal diseases, were
all offences: “The atmosphere was, in fact, quite puritanical”.
Jump married his Spanish fiancée when he returned to England, served
in the British Army during the Second World War, and later became a
teacher. He additionally wrote several books about Spain, and his
The Penguin Spanish
Dictionary was published in 1990, the year he died.
The Fighter Fell in Love
is an engaging book, largely due to Jump’s clear writing style, his
humanity, and his sense of humour which allowed him to see the funny
aspects of some strange situations. It was never published during
his lifetime, and the current edition was assembled from two draft
versions and diary entries by his son, Jim Jump. Placed throughout
the book are several poems, some of them written in Spain, some
later. I have a memory that a few were published in
Tribune around the time I
was writing for the paper in the 1960s and 1970s.
Paul Preston has contributed an informative Foreword, and there is a
Preface by Jack Jones which was written for a planned 1987 edition
of the book. Jones, one-time General Secretary of the Transport and
General Workers Union, had fought in Spain and been wounded. Jim
Jump writes about his father and mother and there are useful notes
which clarify many of the references to individuals and places in
the text.
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