IN MEMORY OF MORSE
By
Maj Gen V.K. Singh
When we
arrived at the School
of Signals at Mhow in
July 1965 as newly commissioned second lieutenants, the monsoons were in full
swing. During the six-month Young Officers Course we were taught the basics of
signalling, one of the first lessons being the Morse code. After giving us a
brief biographical sketch of Samuel Morse, the inventor of the electric
telegraph, the instructor proceeded to acquaint us with the famous code devised
by him to send messages. The code consists of dots and dashes that are used in
various combinations to represent alphabets and numbers. The smallest error by
the operator can change a word, and sometimes the import of the message itself.
To underline the significance of this point, he told us the story of the
signaller during World War II, who was given an urgent message from a
beleaguered post to be sent to the rear, reading “send ammunition boxes”. The
operator who received the message could not read two letters in the last word, and
using his imagination, wrote down ‘boots’ instead of ‘boxes’. One can imagine
the consternation of the troops when they received an airdrop of ammunition
boots, instead of the much-needed ammunition. The instructor informed us that
the careless operator was shot for this lapse, and warned us of a similar fate
if we did not pay attention to the Morse code.
One of
the in unique features of the Morse code is its universality. It can be used to
transmit messages using sound, light, electricity or electro magnetic waves.
Even an ordinary torch or a whistle can be used, sometimes with interesting
results. There was a young officer who had a reputation as a ladies’ man. One
of his conquests was a young lady who lived close to his quarters, and the two
lovebirds could often be seen blowing kisses through their windows. Casanova
soon realized the immense value of the Morse code and promptly taught its
rudiments to his ladylove. When her parents were away she used a whistle or a
torch to signal that the way was clear and he would sneak up to her house. This
went on for several months before disaster struck. The lady had just sent the
letters COME when she spied her father returning – he had forgotten his
spectacles. She frantically signalled GO and repeated the message to make sure
that it was read. But she sent it so quickly that Casanova read the G (two
dashes and a dot) as M (two dashes) and E (one dot). He thought that she was
repeating COME and walked up to her house. When he rang the bell the door was
opened not by his sweetheart but her father. Casanova almost fainted, but he
quickly recovered and asked if he could use the telephone. There was no
electricity in his room and the telephone in the building was also not working,
he explained
Another
well-known story is about the district collector and the washerwoman. (In some
versions, the collector is an admiral, in others a general, and so on). The
collector was out on tour, accompanied by his entourage of servants and
followers. The washerwoman fell ill, and a message was sent to the district
headquarters to send a replacement. The message read “collector’s washer woman
sick. Send replacement.” Due to an omission, the message was sent as
“collector’s woman sick. Send replacement.” Fortunately, someone noticed the
error, and an amendment was promptly sent: “ insert ‘washer’ between collector
and woman.”
During
World War I, two divisions of Indian troops were sent to France to
assist the British Expeditionary Force. When the first contingent disembarked
at Marseilles
on 14th October
1914 , almost the entire population of the town was at the quay to
receive them. The Indians were pleasantly surprised, especially by the large turnout
of the fairer sex. It transpired that an indent had been sent by Morse code
several days earlier, listing out the requirement of rations for the Indians.
This included the requirement of ‘meat on hoof’ for non-vegetarian soldiers, in
the form of several hundred goats. Due to an oversight, the word ’goats’ had
been transmitted as ‘girls’.
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