A long way from home.

It was the morning of the 4th of May, 1978. It was four am and the day had arrived. Skillie, with the rest of the 366 Composite Para Batallion, comprising mostly Citizen force reserve parabat units were in the hanger quietly fitting weapons, equipment and parachutes. They had been away from family and friends for … Continue reading A long way from home.

Old War Stories

I knew very little about my grandfather. He died when I was five. What I do remember was his tool shed and garage, his pigeons and all of us cousins piled into the back of his car careering down the back streets of Umbilo trying to "leave our stomachs in the air" as we went … Continue reading Old War Stories