William is remembered on the war memorial at the Town Hall.


Born: 1889, Ipswich.

Died: 25th August 1942; age: 53, at 505, Nacton Road, Nacton, Suffolk. Civilian Death.

Residence: 16, Woodhouse Square, Ipswich.


Rank: Air Raid Precautions Warden.

A.R.P:”Air Raid Precautions“ARP wardens ensured the blackout was observed, sounded air raid sirens, safely guided people into public air raid shelters, issued and checked gas masks, evacuated areas around unexploded bombs, rescued people where possible from bomb damaged properties, located temporary accommodation for those who had been bombed out, and reporting to their Control Centre about incidents, fires, etc. and to call in other services as required.




1891   104, St. Helen’s Street, Ipswich.


William was 2 years old and living with his parents & siblings.

John Schulen, 36, a Foundry Labourer, born Ipswich.

Ellen Schulen (nee Vince), born Ipswich.

Ellen Jessie Schulen, 17, worker at a Stay Factory, born Ipswich.

John Charles Schulen, 15, an Errand Boy, born Ipswich.

Robert James Schulen, 10, born Ipswich.

Frank Schulen, 12, born Ipswich.

Frederick George Schulen, 8, born Ipswich.

Daisy Schulen, 5, born Ipswich.


1901   42, Waterworks Street, Ipswich.


William was 12 years old and living with his widowed father & brothers.

John, 43, a Bricklayer’s Labourer.

Robert, 22, a Bricklayer’s Labourer.

Frank, 18, a Bricklayer’s Labourer.


1911   24, Gibson Street, Ipswich.


William was 20 years old, a Baker – Bakery. He was living with his widowed father.

John, 61, a Bricklayer – Builder.


In 1916, Ipswich, William married Norah Alice Gardiner, born December 1897, Bawdsey, Suffolk.

They had 5 children.

In the Evening Star newspaper, dated 28th April 1942, William’s son was listed as “Missing in the Far East” 


An Interview With My Grandfather, William Schulen – by Gemma Canham, a school project, 1992.

“I was 23 year when the war started and the following year, March 1940, I was conscripted. I joined the Suffolk Regiment, but after training I was transferred to the Cambridgeshire Regiment, to bring them up to strength. On October 28th 1941 we went by train to Scotland on then we got on troopships, they were Polish, the Sobleski was the one I was on.

We went across the Atlantic to Nova Scotia in Canada. We then changed to an American troopship, S.S. Washington, a 35,000 ton liner. It said Mount Vernon on the side of the boat, but they called it something different to confuse the Japs. From Canada we went on to Cape Town, South Africa, when we got there we marched through the streets with our bands, there must have been 30,000 of us to show them we were there. We stayed there for 4 days and we were treated really well, we could go in pubs and restaurants and eat and drink as much as we liked for free. Then we started off for India, the ships ahead of us kept going, but we turned back we then went to Mombasa, Kenya. From there we went to the Maldives in the Indian Ocean.

We stayed there for 1 day and then on to Singapore. We got there on January 13th 1942, so we’d been travelling nearly 3 months. We slept the night there and then we were taken to Malaya in trucks. We had 3 weeks of fighting there, but we had to retreat back to Singapore, we didn’t have any big weapons or planes like they did. Then 4 days later on February 15th 1942 the allied troops surrendered to the Japs. 50,000 British and Australians were taken to Changi jail.

We had to work for the Japs loading up bombs and guns, it was like fighting against our own men. In June we were taken to Thailand in steel trucks, there were 50 men a truck and you had barely enough room to sit on the floor. It took us 4 days. During the day time the trucks were like ovens and like freezers at night, this was because they were steel.

From Thailand we went to a P.O.W. camp in Ban Pong, we slept there that night and then in the morning we marched about 15 miles to Chungkai. We were cutting down trees, clearing a path through the jungle and laying the railway as we went. We did the same in Wun Towkein, about 10 miles away was Wampo and there we were cutting down trees and making bridges with them, we had no machinery, but sometimes we had elephants to help pull trees around.

There was lots of Malaria, dysentery and there was some cerebral malaria, it affected the brain, blokes who had it would scream out in agony and then die. I had malaria myself, but not cerebral, otherwise I wouldn’t be here now. I also had tropical ulcers on my legs and feet. In the jungle there were thorns 3 inches or more long and if you got scratched by one, it would go septic in no time, because we weren’t getting enough vitamins. Flies used to lay eggs in our ulcers and the eggs would turn into maggots. When we’d finished work at night, we’d go back to our base and get in the river to get clean. I could feel fish coming up and pulling the maggots out of the ulcers, it was a terrible feeling.

In Takalin lots of men died of cholera and we had to dig a grave for them, we put bamboo in the bottom and soaked it in paraffin, then the bodies, which were in rice sacks were put in, set alight, then covered over with dirt. At this point I weighed 6 stones, little more than half my normal weight.

The water we drank came from the river and after a monsoon it was gritty and went straight through you. When there were monsoons, they used to wash away the bridges we’d done. The Allied planes used to bomb the railway and sometimes they’d machine-gun at us, because they thought we were Japs. So we had to go back and do again what had been bombed or washed away.

Some blokes volunteered to go to Japan to work in coal and salt mines, but the Americans sunk the boats they were on, because they were flying a Jap flag, they were in shark-infested waters, they didn’t stand a chance. Some of them were from Ipswich, blokes I went to school with, never saw them again.

The railway was finished in March 1945 and we were sent to Perberi to make an airstrip and first we had to get rid of these orchards that were in the way. There were bananas, paupaus and all tropical fruits and when the Jap officers backs were turned we scoffed some down. I had a whole bunch of bananas and I felt like I hadn’t had anything we were so empty.

We were working 20 hours a day (4am – 12 midnight), all we had to eat was a tiny bowl of rice when we got up. Then the same at night, but with a watery vegetable stew. We finished the airstrip and they told us to dig trenches around our bamboo huts. They were for when the planes came so we could get in quickly and be safe. We thought this was strange, they’d never told us to do this before. It turned out we’d been digging our own graves. The only thing that saved us were the atom bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima, because then the Japs had to surrender.

The war was over and we could go home. When we heard it though, we just took it, because we’d heard so many rumours, we’d learnt to take it, because then we wouldn’t be so let down. The European war had already finished. Then we saw these Americans coming, they were the first planes to land on our airstrip. They took us to Rangoon, Burma and we were taken to hospital there and they checked us over and fed us, then, 2 days later we were put on an aircraft carrier to Bombay, India. Then we got on a train to Bangalore and we went into hospital again. They fed us and gave us a British uniform and cut our hair, to make us look half tidy. Then we got on a train to Delhi. From there we flew home to England.

On September 23rd 1945 we landed in Somerset. We stayed there the night and out of my hotel room window I could see all these blackberry bushes. I hadn’t seen a blackberry bush for 4 years, it was lovely. Then we got on a train to London, we slept there the night. Then, the next day we got some money and a rail warrant (free ticket). There was me and another bloke from Ipswich on the same train. Ron Dowsing, he was a corporal and he died a few years later.

A few months later I was demobbed, so I had to go to Northampton. They give you civilian clothes, because clothes were rationed. They gave you a suit, socks, shoes, a mack and a trilby hat. We were put on double rations, because were so thin. I was 29 then and then in July 1948, I got married.”


It is worth remembering, for every rail sleeper laid, a man lost his life.



Private, 5831263, William John Schulen, 2nd Battalion The Cambridgeshire Regiment. Born 14th May 1916, Ipswich, occupation “Drivers Mate” residence: 505 Nacton Road, Ipswich. Passed away 2o08.


  • William George Schulen was my grandad, I spoke to the Ipswich Town Sergeant in the Corn exchange today and he recommended this site and that I contacted you. Would like to know any further details or pictures if possible please.

  • William George Schulen was my great grandfather. His son, William John Schulen, the subject of the newspaper article, was my grandfather. He was a POW in the Far East until the end of the war. He returned home and passed away in December 2008, at the age of 92. Sadly, he did not find out his father had been killed until he came home.


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