Great Mates

Our two dogs have been together for about twelve months.

They have developed a strange and wonderful relationship. The Heeler seems less inclined to play than the Coolie, as it's the latter who initiates their version of dog wrestling. This clip is the exception.

I think the Coolie broke off because he was interested in what I was up to (splitting wood).

They're both intensely curious, but in different ways.

The Coolie is interested in phenomena of all kinds, especially if it involves people, whereas the Heeler stands back a bit and figures things out before coming physically involved.

They play rough, but never seem to hurt each other. It is surprising, as one constant feature of their play is chewing each other's extremities, especially ears.

Initially, the Heeler was dominant, but that seems to wax and wane. When it comes to food, the Coolie will raid the Heeler's dish, and usually gets away with it, even though the Heeler is much stronger.

The Heeler is a bit of a Houdini.

She kept escaping through a closed gate, until we discovered that she was able to open it by banging her body against one side of it, until it sprung open through sheer persistence.

She figures things out.

The Coolie doesn't but he does learn from her.

Magnificent Men

I’ve recently spent a week with five men with whom I served in 1970.

They are a disparate crew, an Accountant, a Manager, a Real Estate Salesman, a small business owner, and a career soldier.

Three hail from Sydney, one each from Perth and a small town in South Australia.

Their political opinions cover the full spectrum from Right to Left, and their interest in politics ranges from none at all, to deep and abiding.

The same applies to religion – we range from avowed atheists through lapsed Catholics to Sunday observers.

So what do a bunch like this have in common, and why do we get such a buzz out of spending time with each other?

That’s more difficult to understand, but it has its origin in a unique shared experience in a distant conflict during a time when the world was simpler and more brutish than it is now.

The vital part of that experience was an absolute interdependence.

We relied completely on each other. It was as simple as that.

The real world context was constant and abiding threat, in which we knew and understood well one particular reality.

Interspersed within the mind numbing boredom of constant patrolling in very difficult and challenging conditions, was the split second possibility of death and maiming injury. That was the reality that bound us together.

That context pushed aside all the unessential and gratuitous aspects of any relationship. It had to be clear and simple.

The clarity and simplicity of that unique sense of interdependence is, after more than forty years, still there.

One of our crew was very ill when he turned up last Monday. Despite protest, he was escorted to the clinic. He was indeed very ill, and is still in hospital as this is written. Only this band of brothers would have provided this level of support, and only this band of brothers would have got away with it. He’s an ex-boxer.

So we went our separate ways on Friday. Suffice it to say, that I remain deeply honored to have served with them and to have spent time again, brief as it was, with them.

They are indeed magnificent men.