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11 July 2022
OK so I am back after a couple of years
This blog started as some rambling notes and pics about my life and a problem developed with too many chicks hitting on me.
I was writing a book at the time so I turned it into a book blog.
It is available on Amazon for about $5 US
So I may get back to general blogging just to annoy everyone - which I am good at.
I have moved from the Snowy Mountains in NSW to paradise in Central Queensland, better known, or rather unknown, as Yeppoon.
... and I still have my handsome good looks 😎
01 December 2018
23 December 2013
19 January 2013
I think we were just waved onto the chopper. It would have been nice for someone to say, “Gentlemen can I have your attention please. All those gentlemen wishing to go home to Australia, please board the chopper now, thank you; and have a nice day.” But voice communication was virtually impossible because of the deafening sound of the chopper’s twin engines and the down wash created by their blades. These things were massive – think of a bus with two sets intersecting blades on top. They probably held about 30 or 40 men, including me with my two bags, my M16 with no ammo, a bloody big grin on my face; and my Canon camera hanging from my neck.
|HMAS Duchess the escort ship in Vietnamese waters in case the HMAS Sydney sank!|
|Me and my Canon EXEE Camera. I still have it!|
|That's Ian Gleeson on the left, he's also from Cootamundra and we were together in Kapooka!|
27 December 2012
I remember it well.
|The Winner! Or was he the loser?|
|Here I am with Jungles. We were together right from the start at Kapooka|
18 July 2012
I'll tell you how we were out on patrol until 3 days before we boarded that flat top boat for the boat trip home.
I have a couple of pictures of Navy boats and I have already decided on an ending.
And to you Hosko I just may tell all about the Army Reserve and what a dickhead you were. I taught you everything I know and you know nuthin'!
I'm away for a little while - explanation here
21 June 2012
(You will recall that Lin could not pronounce my name, the best she could do was 'Kevin.")
18 June 2012
Both of these photos were taken by Digger, he is not fairing too well either.
08 June 2012
Surprisingly I managed a few hours' sleep. It just goes to show that dumb grunts can sleep anywhere. Last night we carried out our normal routine. That is, once down we sent out clearing patrols and stood too until nightfall. The three guns were placed strategically around our little circle of pits. Did I say pits? We were just on the ground. It may have been appropriate to dig in but all our gear was back at CHQ, a few hundred metres away. We manned two guns during the night, that way we manage 6 hours sleep. If we were attacked the third gun could easily be used to engage the enemy. It was very unlikely that the enemy would surprise us. The jungle was our friend at night. If the enemy decided to come looking for us they would find it very difficult to move quietly and their sounds would telegraph their movements.
We were sitting ducks though. We didn't have any claymores mines to break up enemy movement as these too were with our gear at CHQ. That left our small arm weapons and Wooly's M79. We were no match for the enemy, I dunno why we were left there and not allowed to return to 3 platoon and CHQ.
We wanted to go back and have a go at the enemy but this was impossible just by ourselves. We were extremely frustrated and dejected when given the order to move back to CHQ and 3 platoon. We all felt it was important for us and what was left of 1 platoon to go back and take out the enemy. But the CO 3RAR had a different plan. He wanted Centurion tanks to assist in the bunker assault which 3RAR would carry out without us.
31 March 1971
1201945 Lex Adams
A111550 Alan Bloxsom (9Sqn)
1735670 T Elliott
2792501 P Bateman
2794514 G Missingham
218937 K Brown
218886 M Price
3790851 A Povey
1202328 P Wood
1736448 D Horrigan
44939 C Fryc (3RAR)
A few days later Alpha company had a BBQ at Vung Tau with 9 Sqn where we all got pissed together and talked about the battle. I noticed that the boss of 1 platoon was in animated discussion with one particular fellow from 9 Sqn. I guessed that he was one of the Bushranger pilots. A little later I went up to him and introduced myself. "Hi, I was the sig, callsign Five Two." I held my hand out to shake his.
With a beaming smile he took my hand and said, "Ah, Five Two, I was Bushranger 77." We talked shit for a couple of minutes about how they nearly brassed us up and the problem with the smoke grenades; and then I asked him if he remembered my calling him up to enquire if he was firing rockets. I mentioned how many of us thought the enemy were using mortars.
He patted me on the back and said, "Yeah, I remember hearing that squeaky little voice of yours on the radio."
I should have decked him then and there.