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!
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.