Sent off on a four-week long operation where every single step could be your last one My two legs were sorta living hell falling with the shells, war within yourself But you wouldn’t let your mates down ‘til they had you dusted off so you closed your eyes and thought of something else
Then someone yelled ‘contact!’ another bloke swore we hooked in there for hours then a god almighty roar Then Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon
God help me, he was going home in June
And I can still see Frank with a can in his hand thirty-six hour leave in the bar at the Grand I can still hear Frank a screaming mess of bleeding flesh couldn’t retrieve his legs
The ANZAC legend neglected to mention the mud the fear the blood the tears the tension Dad’s recollection beyond comprehension didn’t seem quite real until we were sent in The chaos and confusion the fire and steel hot shrapnel in my back I didn’t even feel
God help me, I was only nineteen
This is a cover of Redgum’s anti-Vietnam song of the same name.