Jungle greens were jungle reds; condoms over the ends of rifles; ammo, grenades and rifle protected by poncho - more important to keep clean than us ‘coz if we were alive, we could wash - dirty rifle, no need to wash.

I read me words and shivers start. Wish I’d never been attached to the Army; wish I’d never been on patrol - a lot safer in the RAAF - in me chopper with me twins, me girls, me 60s - 18 ‘n’ 53.

I jus’ wish for no Vietnam…

Feel a bit tight - I’m OK - don’ matter no more.

“Bushranger”