How to build a radio while in a Japanese POW camp

Fascinating interview here about how some British POW’s cobbled together a radio receiver while in the middle of the jungle from random spare parts they had lying about the prison.  

    The resistors were another problem. We found out that we could use the impurities in some of the tree wood and the bark, particularly cinnamon bark which was available by getting through the wire only about 2 feet and we could normally pinch that while the Japanese sentry was moving around.       We used a piece of string with the material rubbed on it from the burning of the cinnamon bark with some impurities in it (we didn’t have a chemical analysis); we weren’t very fussed because most grid-leak resistors were about a megohm or thereabouts and we had no means or any way we could measure a megohm, so it was largely a trial and  error thing to see if it would work. We made a number of these bits of string and tied them round different things to dry  them out to get the thing going. Eventually about an inch, three quarters of an inch to an inch, was about the right order of things to get about a megohm resistance. They were the two main things.
  I wonder if POWs today would have the same skill set. Heck many folks don’t even learn morse code anymore.]]>

4 thoughts on “How to build a radio while in a Japanese POW camp”

  1. Not even a chance. I’m shocked enough at the surprise of people when they find out I did most of the carpentry on my own house. As if grown men forget they have brains and two hands…

  2. Not even a chance. I’m shocked enough at the surprise of people when they find out I did most of the carpentry on my own house. As if grown men forget they have brains and two hands…

  3. Not even a chance. I’m shocked enough at the surprise of people when they find out I did most of the carpentry on my own house. As if grown men forget they have brains and two hands…

  4. Not even a chance. I’m shocked enough at the surprise of people when they find out I did most of the carpentry on my own house. As if grown men forget they have brains and two hands…

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