The enemy weapon was unloaded and a 7.62-millimetre round was handed to each of us as we slapped one another on the shoulders, relieved that we had all come through this close call unscathed. Up front, the pilots were chattering to themselves. I heard one load master comment over the radio that w...
While jammed in the back of a 22-seater bus on our way to RAAF Base Pearce for jump training, I noticed that one of the guys was white-faced, his hands gripping the seat in front of him in the same way that children sink their fingers into their parents’ arms while on a rollercoaster for the firs...