My grandfather was a Brit and joined the 6th London Regiment as a sharpshooter during WW1. He was sent to a place called Loos near Ypes. He was gassed while they were being bombarded by the German artillery, and out of the 200 men in his trench that died, he was one of six that survived, he said he coughed as the medics with their stretchers ran among the men to see who was alive or not. He spent a long time in hospital after that with a burnt out lung, nearly blind, and a deep wound on his shoulder. Shortly before he died in Liverpool, Sydney, hospital, a doctor asked him if he could X-Rray the hump on his shoulder. They did so and it revealed a piece of shrapnel that was lodged there and had been there since that day he was gassed in the trench, he had been carrying that with him until his death in 1965. A good 50 years.
My dad joined the AIF during the Second World War, he was one of the new boys who joined the 2/13th Infantry Battalion (The Devils Own) after their return from El Alamein and Tobruk. They were then sent to New Guinea and Borneo to fight the Japanese. He was by far the youngest in that outfit, joining the army at 17 years of age and pretty glad he had the older soldiers looking after him and the other new boys, taking them under their wings and teaching them the tricks of the trade they had learnt in the desert.
I used to march every year with my dad and the other guys in the 2/13th on ANZAC Day in Sydney. I heard some GREAT stories from that lot. I loved being with them on that day, swapping stories, having a beer and lunch with them.
But that is all in the past now. Dad has passed away and I read over the years as the rest of those fine warriors passed away and their association was no more. Those times with those men I will never forget.
In 1968 I joined the army in Sydney and was sent to Wagga Wagga for my recruit training. When finished, I was sent to an Artillery Unit at North Head to do my Corps training. A year later I was sent to South Vietnam with my unit for a year. My duties were in Artillery Intelligence and Artillery Surveying, giving fixation and orientation to the guns. A lot of time out in the bush at Fire Support Bases, where we operated listening posts.
On my return to Australia, I put in another year of my service. After a year I was sent to Singapore/ Malaya for 2 years serving in Headquarter Battery of the ANZUK Field Regiment. We were essentially a peace keeping force put in place in case the communists acted up again. We were a mix of Aussies, Kiwi's and Poms. And stationed next door to the maddest soldiers I have ever met....the Royal Highland Fusiliers, crazy kids from the streets of Glasgow.....no brains, but very good soldiers. Mad as cut snakes. I spent a lot of time with them, then the Kiwi infantry 1RNZIR, and with our own 6 RAR of the Long Tan fame.
Now that I am in Thailand most of the time, I miss out on the yearly marches in Sydney, not that I can march much with a steel hip. But I enjoy talking to old comrades on the day and reading about the marches in Australia via my Artillery Association emails.
Like I said in a previous post, next year I'll get down to see Hellfire Pass again and join in whatever is going.
Browny