A Tribute
A man remembered, Peter Bunn; In those days vigorous, full of fun. While we ‘The Company’ gain in skill (Training
Read moreI stand beside these rank, grassed, mounded piles of soil ‘Neath which the mouldering dead lie in repose. Their type
Read moreRead Par I to III here And so in frenzied lust it ends, the killing; Vengeful hatred why they fought.
Read moreDescribe a successful ambush to me, please: Teutorburger Wald (Part one) Caesar cries. An anguish riven home By news that
Read moreThere is a soldier whose actions in Afghanistan are being investigated. A helmet cam of him shooting an apparently unarmed
Read moreAs a gathering of Infantry Veterans meet in the Australian capital to commemorate their Battalion’s participation in the Vietnam War,
Read moreA certain Australian Infantry warrant officer, a notorious recruit drill instructor, on arrival at Tan Son Nhut airport for war
Read moreSoldiers do as they are told, It isn’t fair that when they’re old, Those well trained men (and so well led)…
Read moreIt is good to be proud of your service, Remembering what you have done. The trials and the tribulations, The
Read moreComprised of three battalions and veterans every man, The brigade we sent from Moratai to occupy Japan.
Read moreI once killed a man briefly – for eternity.But first I watched him: He is untangling a vine that stops his progress. Engrossed.
Read moreNovember, many years ago, In youthful number, innocent; National Service trained then sent Them off – to Vietnam they went.
Read moreWhen I was posted at Duntroon As C.S.M of ‘weeds and seeds’, Its grounds I’d walk each afternoon, Reflecting on
Read moreWhen I was stationed at Enoggera, as a young platoon sergeant with 9RAR, a Merino ram was offered, and accepted,
Read more‘Twas a bitter morning, With wind, icy hale, and snow. One’s fingers too cold to do buttons up. If you’ve served at Carlisle you would know.
Read moreOn the retrospective prosecution of soldiers. Wring your hands and drape the bell. We’re looking at another one. We’re sending him to hell.
Read moreOn 15 January 1959 I enlisted into the Army as a boy soldier. The weather was bitterly cold and I
Read moreI cannot help smiling whenever I recall my youth as a boy soldier, when bullying was practiced as an art form for ‘character building’.
Read moreI have often railed against DFDA believing those who promoted it in effect laid down the bed from which has grown the Brereton Report.
Read moreLord Cardigan led an army Which he dressed to look right smart. So that even if they could not fight They’d damned well look the part.
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