Anthony W. Pahl


At 4:00 pm – EVERY day (or so it seemed) without fail – down it came.

Jungle greens were jungle reds; condoms over the ends of rifles; ammo, grenades and rifle protected by poncho – more important to keep clean than us ‘coz if we were alive, we could wash – dirty rifle, no need to wash.

I read my words and shivers start. Wish I’d never been attached to the Army; wish I’d never been on patrol – a lot safer in the RAAF – in a chopper with my twins, my girls, my 60s – 18 and 53.

I just wish for no Vietnam…

Feel a bit tight – I’m OK – don’t matter no more.