Unapologetic insolence from an aging subversive

Unapologetic insolence from an aging subversive

Saturday, 23 April 2011

Anzac Day

I'm taking a break from blogging until after Anzac Day.

For the next week or so, I will have better things to do as I'm travelling down to the biggest smoke to catch up on some old mates from my section (pictured above). I doubt they look like that now.

In the meantime, below is a poem posted as an Anzac Day tribute.

Up the red rooster!

Viet 1

I remember an Ektachrome daylight
In the Binh Ba rubber.
She sat, ochred feet resting.
That old, old woman who showed me
How to wear a headband.

She was unafraid of our scout
And his outlandish burst of Armalite;
It was more important to be comfortable.

She ignored us, our costly armour
(All mud-green high-tech camouflaged nonsense),
Smiled and smoked a grudged cigarette,
Turned away and thought on soldiers and children.
Her eyes were as wise as Lao Tzu
And she quietly waited for our departure.


cav said...

Which one is you 1735099, Frank, Barney or Dave?

BTW, it's not a patch on my picture here..



Have they cured you of that square gaiting affliction yet?

1735099 said...

None of them - I was behind the camera.
Never happen - vicious rumour.

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