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" ā€œWhen you're left wounded on
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the women come out to cut up what remains,
Just roll to your rifle

and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldierā€
General Douglas MacArthur

" ā€œWe are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.ā€

ā€œIt is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.ā€
ā€œOld soldiers never die; they just fade away.
ā€œThe soldier, above all other people, prays for peace,
for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.ā€
ā€œMay God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .ā€
ā€œThe object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.

ā€œNobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
ā€œIt is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died.
Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
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Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
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Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
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You've borne your burden well.
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My Memories of Borneo in the 1st Bn KOYLI 1963-64
Saturday, December 22, 2007
by: Milton Starkey
Haircuts & Airdrops
It was re-supply day at Long Banga and Sinky (Lt.St. Claire Ford Platoon Commander ) in that peculiar way of officers decided his platoon should all have haircuts to enable them to carry out there duties in a smart and soldier like manner. Arthur Jones fancied himself as a barber and volunteered for the job. I watched Him shear a couple of lads thinking Sweeney Todd could have done a better job with a machete and went off to hide.

Captured Indon weapons taken after contact by Andy Bracken's section.
After pulling me out from under the basha where Iā€™d been hiding I reluctantly consented to let him operate on my head. Heā€™d only been snipping for a couple of minutes when the signaller called out ā€œairdrop coming in figures fiveā€ Arthur asked Sinky if he should pack up to help with the drop but Sinky said scalping me was more important.ā€ Good idea whispers Arthur ā€œwe should be able to spin this out a bit and get out of some heavy workā€. Then off he goes again doing the full barber bit, talking about football, politics and so on and me starting to doze off from the drone of his voice and the sound of the plane coming in for the drop.

Then I realised Arthur had stopped talking and the snipping had stopped. ā€œWhatā€™s wrong Arthur, run out of conversation at last?ā€ No answer ā€œArthur?ā€ still no answer. Looking up I see a great roll of Dannet wire Heading straight for me with a torn parachute trailing behind and Arthurā€™s over on the other side of the airstrip. I must have looked like a chicken with itā€™s head chopped off running round in circles trying to work out itā€™s point of impact. I think it missed me (despite what people have said about me in latter years.) There was a ready made slit trench where it landed (not a bad bit of digging for three seconds work). I asked Arthur why he didnā€™t give me a heads up and he said ā€œ I cracked you on the scone and took offā€ everyman for himself when the ship goes down I suppose. He never got near me with a pair of scissors again and I walked around with half a haircut for the next couple of weeks. If anybodyā€™s in contact with him ask him if he remembers.

We built a beautiful long drop toilet on the other side of the airstrip, even made a wooden thunderbox to sit on. Willie Wilson and Ken Savage were best mates, (hardly ever saw one without the other tagging along) It was Kens job to burn it off every morning, This consisted of pouring petrol down the pit and setting light to it, kept the flies down, supposedly.

Anyway this particular morning Ken did his routine and came back over to his basha, Five minutes later Willie went for his morning dump. Next thing thereā€™s a terrific WOOMF and Willie comes roaring out of the scrub Sans eyebrows and other parts of his body hair and doesnā€™t stop until he hits the river. Turns out that Ken was a bit sleepy when he did his job that morning and the petrol ignited then blew itself out. Willie came along, sat down, lit a fag, dropped the match down the hole and became part of 2Pl history.

Another time the boss sent our section off to another longhouse (Long Balong I think). Our job being to patrol out from there and keep the world safe for democracy. Willieā€™s a solid little bloke, legs like tree trunks, walk all day and still do a bird dance at night. This day weā€™re having Tiffin in the longhouse and Willies eating his makan with a fork. Heā€™s the most placid feller you could ever meet and sometimes Ken would try to needle him and get a rise out of him, break the boredom so to speak .This is one of those days and he starts in on Willies
legs.

He kept prodding away until Willie flew into rage, jumped up fighting iron in hand and shouted ā€œShut up or Iā€™ll stab youā€ Ken says ā€œYou canā€™t stab me, thatā€™s a forkā€. Then Iā€™ll stab you four times yells Willie. It broke everyone up and we rolled around with laughter.

Hornets, Ants & Babies
We choppered into this longhouse one time and landed on a small hill a few hundred yards away where we were to dig in and set up camp. Sinky set the harbour position but before we could start digging in a swarm of hornets came right over the hill. He tells everyone not to move and weā€™re frozen in tableau while these great big insects in rugby shirts float past. It was the eeriest thing Iā€™ve ever seen, we were right in the middle of them for what seemed like minutes, and then they were gone and not one sting among us. They frightened me more than the Indons though.

We dug in and re-vetted with trees and dirt. We were to stay in the area for a while so we made pretty solid bunkers. We were on stand to on the third or fourth day when there was a hell of a commotion, shouting and yelling but no shooting. Seems that Arthur Jones ,Terry Nichols and I think Mick Grainger had used a fruit tree for re-vetment and their doover was full of ants. When it got light we were amazed to see a long column of soldier ants about two feet wide snaking down the hill and over at least two other hills in the distance, a sight Iā€™d only ever seen in pictures. We poured diesel on them and within ten minutes they were gone. Scary.

On a lighter note while we were at this location an event occurred that could have been straight out of a carry on film. Mick Ellis had scored the medical bag which made him the platoon medic even though he never had any first aid training, somebody had to carry the bag and he was it. Not that it contained much more than a few bandages, Aspro and shit tablets. The border scout brought an old bloke up one day saying he had a headache so Sinky told Mick to give him an Aspro. Next day we had about a dozen people lined up. This became a daily sick parade and Mick, after a shaky start as medic developed a Dr Kildaire manner.

He got real cocky bullying them into line, taking temperatures, checking pulses and such while the rest of us would encourage him, at the same time trying not to laugh and destroy his new found confidence. By this time all he had left to give them was shit tablets but that didnā€™t worry Mick. One afternoon about an hour before stand to a local came running up the hill saying a women was ill and needed the doctor (Mick) ā€œDoctor Ellisā€ someone calls outā€, Okay, okay Iā€™m coming ā€œsays a bored sounding Mick and saunters nonchalantly off down the hill with the border scout ,medical bag over his shoulder and orders to be back before stand to. Ten minutes later heā€™s running back up the hill screaming ā€œSheā€™s having a baby! Sheā€™s having a babyā€ That was the end of Mickā€™s medical career. He flatly refused to carry the medical kit again. The source....

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