Well I'm not posting much here, I think I may have writer's block. Not only on this blog but on my other blog as well. On the other blog I am writing about my experiences in the Army, chiefly about what happened to me as an Infantry soldier in the Vietnam War. I'm presently writing about the lead up training prior to my going to Vietnam. We've been to Canungra and ahead of us are exercises at Mt Speck, High Range and Shoalwater Bay (yep just like the song) I'm struggling with chapter 21 at the moment. Check it out and find out how fantastic I wuz as a soldier. I can't understand why they didn't make me General.
Paula and I are catching up on all those jobs around the house that built up while we were on our holiday in Melbourne.
We work well together, she does the work and I supervise.
That reminds me, I'd better go and check to see if she has made me a cuppa.
Cav
ReplyDeleteThis is the message I got when I clicked on your link - "Your current account does not have access to view this page."
As for writer's block - you should only write when the muse is there. The muse is fond of Hunter Valley Shiraz......
Well I'll let you have this as a win 1735099, it appears that the link was from the URL which allows me access to the blog not available to readers, and as such would not allow access to you.
ReplyDeleteI have now fixed the link.
Thank you.
I don't think I have a muse, but rum is good for me.
The problem is that I am at the stage just before we went to Vietnam and the training is all a bit of a blur, so I have been mulling it around in my head a little bit to work out the best way to relate what was happening to me.
As a grunt you will understand that you hop on the truck, you hop off the truck, you walk a few miles, shoot a few blanks, have a feed and have half the sleep you need. Then get back on the trucks and go back to barracks.
I've got to make this stuff interesting somehow.
The things I remember best are the funny incidents - and there were plenty. You could also ask any of your section if they remember incidents. Last year at an Anzac Day reunion I was shown pics by a someone in my section of a farewell party we had in Sydney prior to deployment. I denied that it had ever happened, because I had no memory of it, until I was shown the photos.
ReplyDeleteYeah I know exactly what you mean.
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