And Fire Falls
“But this time he was the old man; around him were men not even born when he had served in the trenches of the Western Front.
The recruit-training unit outside Brisbane had done its job and Tom had graduated with the youngsters. He had proved to them that he could keep up and he hoped that he would be posted to fight in the Pacific.
Tom was cleaning his rifle in the barracks when one of the instructional staff strode up to him. The man was a corporal, as old as Tom.
‘Private Duffy, you are to report to the orderly room now,’ he said.
‘What for, corp?’ Tom asked.
‘Dunno, Tom,’ the corporal replied. ‘I think it’s got something to do with the postings. I’ll secure your rifle while you head over there.’ Tom handed his Lee Enfield .303 to the corporal, placed his slouch hat on his head and marched smartly to the unit’s orderly room. It was a hot day, but some of his sweat was not due to the heat.
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