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.
5 comments:
Be honest 1735099, the only thing that ties youse blokes together is that youse is UGLY!
Cav
I'm not in the pic, Cav, but you've deeply offended all the rest.
Which one was the pugilist? Name and division?
No names - no pack drill.
Did he take part in 7rar bouts in 1969?
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