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Ian Lachlan Mackay McGeoch

D.S.O., R.N. H.M. Submarine Splendid

Ian Lachlan Mackay McGeoch (1914-2007) was born in Helensburgh on 26 March 1914. After graduating from naval school in Pangbourne, he enlisted in the Royal Navy as an officer cadet and served on warships and submarines. In 1936, he was promoted to Lieutenant and took service on the HMS Clyde in Malta, where he remained until the beginning of the Second World War. In 1940, he returned to the United Kingdom and participated in several maritime operations in the Mediterranean and North Africa on the submarine Splendid as part of Operation Torch. 

On 17 April 1943, he boarded the Splendid once more, leaving Malta for Capri. Off the coast of the Italian island, on 21 April, the Splendid was intercepted and sunk by a German destroyer. The crew was captured by the Germans, who brought the men ashore and handed them to the Capua PG. McGeoch , wounded in one eye (he would eventually go blind from that eye), was interrogated by the Germans in Capua and managed to get in touch with the camp’s British Senior Officer, who explained to him the Italian railway network in case he could attempt to escape from a train headed to Germany.

However, because of his wound, McGeoch was handed over to the Italians and transferred to the Caserta Military Hospital. At this point, he was determined to escape at the first chance. With other prisoners in the hospital, he began plotting his escape by digging a tunnel; however, their plan failed as they were all transferred to another ward before they could finish. On 21 June 1943, McGeoch and other prisoners were loaded on a train to an unknown destination, but, taking advantage of the sentry’s sleepiness, they managed to jump off the train and head into the surrounding countryside. 

We moved north-east, our intention being to reach the Adriatic coast, get a boat and make for Yugoslavia to join the partisans. After our first night’s walking we reached an aerodrome, on the side of which we lay up for the next day.  After three more nights walking across the country, we passed through Tivoli and followed the main road to Vicovaro, where we lay up in a ruined barn. Here we were found by an Italian peasant who was very friendly and brought us some fruit.

After their meeting with the farmer, the group decided to resume their journey northwards along the main road. Along the way, they ran into an old vagrant, who joined them for the day. However, after a couple of hours, they were intercepted by some Carabinieri who arrested them and brought them to their barracks. There, they discovered that they had fallen for the man’s trick, as he was not a vagrant at all. 

Ian was brought to Rome and confined in a hut used to shelter horses, waiting for interrogation. After that, he was loaded onto a car, but, while on the road, his captors were forced to stop because of an Allied bombing raid. Taking advantage of the confusion, McGeoch attempted to escape, running away along the street and looking for an air raid shelter. He planned to stay put for a while and then get protection from the Vatican. However, once more, he was recaptured shortly after and brought back to a PG. 

 

 

In the camp Lieutenant Stevens warned me of the presence of a stool pigeon and I was visited by a man in R.A.S.C. uniform who called himself Cpt Richards and said he was the permanent Senior British Officer of the camp. He said he had arranged to share a room with me and had special facilities for getting drinks if I wanted any. I shared a room with him but did not see much of him except the mealtimes.

On 10 July 1943, McGeoch was transferred to PG 5, Gavi. After a few attempts, he was listed among the PoWs to be exchanged due to health reasons. He eventually left the camp on 31 August, as he was transferred to the Piacenza Hospital. McGeoch stayed there until 7 September when, after a trip by train, he was moved to the Bergamo Military Hospital. The next day, while he was still waiting for repatriation, he learned of the Armistice.

On 10 September, McGeoch got permission from the British Senior Officer to escape, even though the BSO warned him that many German soldiers were in the town (but not in the hospital).

 

 

I walked out of the hospital about 1100 hrs. on 10 Sep. I was wearing hospital clothes – chocolate-coloured pajama trousers and a white shirt and had exchanged my army boots for a pair of suede shoes.  I made for the hills north of Bergamo where an Italian peasant gave me an old suit of clothes and about 200 lire. His wife conducted me to the railway station at (probably) Torni and bought me a ticket for San Martino di Calvi. I then walked to Olmo and stayed the night in a hotel.

The next day, McGeoch marched to the village of Mezzoldo, where he met a shepherd who gave him lunch and shelter in a cellar in Passo San Marco. He shared his accommodation with a few Italian soldiers who were also trying to go back home. On 12 September, McGeoch and the soldiers managed to reach Genoa, where he was able to find a ride to the town of Morbegno.

 

 

At the railway station I met a well-dressed man who wore a Union Jack (or something like it). He spoke to me in English and said he had fought with the British in the last war. He gave me a good lunch and bought with his own money a ticket for me to Tirano.

However, as he was boarding the train to Tirano, McGeoch was stopped by a Carabiniere who asked him for his papers, and since he had none, he was brought to the local barracks. There, McGeoch confessed he was an escapee trying to reach Switzerland, and the Italian Captain decided to simply let him go, warning him that the Germans were patrolling the border and he should go through Monte Masuccio.

 

I took this path which led me through Baruffini. On the truck there was a Customs post which I avoided by going about 1500 ft up the mountainside. Here I found a path which led across the frontier to Switzerland at a part where there were neither patrol nor wire. I followed the path at Meschino where I gave myself up at a Swiss military post. I crossed the frontier at about 0200 hrs. on 13 Sep.

Once in Switzerland, McGeoch spent a few days in Poschiavo with a banker who had married an Englishwoman. He was then sent to Samedan and finally to Berne, where he was greeted by the British Military Attaché, who immediately arranged for him to get eye surgery. On 16 September, he was treated at the local hospital and underwent two surgical operations that, for the time, were successful. However, he had to wait another five months before he could return home. On 8 March 1944, he finally landed in the United Kingdom, having crossed France and Spain and reached Gibraltar.

 

 

Camps related to this story

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  • TNA UK WO 208/3319/1920
  • King’s College London: Liddell Hart Centre for Military Archives- McGeoch,
  • National Maritime Museum: The Caird Library and Archive – REG11/000312.1
  • The Imperial War Museum