The Most Beautiful Words I Have Ever Heard

The Most Beautiful Words I have ever Heard

My Granddad Loves Me

He gives me lots of Kisses and Cuddles


Posted by on September 28, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Granddads Story Men Only No Females

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

When I was growing up I remember all the old stories Grandma would tell me

You know the ones about Cinderella and her three ugly sisters and the ones about Hansel and Gretel

Stories that were all fairy tales that would make you dream of love and Princesses and kingdoms in far away lands But damned if I know why she wanted me to hear about a little boy called Hansel being kept in a little cage to be fattened up to be eaten by an ugly old crone

So going to sleep as a little boy was a cross between happy dreams and wetting the bed in nightmares

Well anyway Grandpa would always tell me stories that were fun and laughter

This is one story he told me that I never understood at the time but every time he told it he would burst out laughing and tell me…

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Posted by on September 27, 2015 in Uncategorized


Vietnam, An Introduction to Life

It was late in the afternoon of the 19th November 1970, when the Qantas flight from Sydney began its descent for landing, into one of the busiest airports in the world, at that time. Tan Son Nhut, Saigon Vietnam. At the height of the Vietnam war, it was recorded a plane landing and taking off, every two minutes.

My Tour of duty, as a 20 year old soldier in Vietnam, was about to begin, I never could understand why serving in a war zone is labelled, Tour of Duty, there are certainly no tour guides, and many places were out of bounds, no go zones.

The battlefields of Vietnam were a far cry, from the battle training grounds of Canungra Queensland.

The flight over, apart from being long, carried an assortment of servicemen; all carrying their weapons on board and back packs in the overhead lockers, other personal equipment being stored in the cargo hold. To a casual observer it would have appeared as a normal holiday flight, Qantas being a civil airlines, there were stewardesses on board serving drinks and meals, smoking on airline flights had not been banned in those days, so there was a blue misty haze throughout the cabin.

There were a variety of servicemen on board the flight, old timers who were returning for second tours, and in some cases, third tours, young Regular soldiers like myself, and the biggest proportion being National servicemen, whose numbers were drawn out of a barrel, exactly as in a Lotto draw. This method of selecting National servicemen, was the cause of much unrest in Australia, and gave rise to demonstrations and burning draft cards.

The only interruption on the flight was a stopover at Singapore, we were advised in advance of the need for two things, one being a passport, which we all had that was issued by the army, ironic that they were all stamped, Not Valid for North Vietnam, the second item was a civilian shirt for landing in Singapore, as Singapore was a neutral country, and couldn’t be seen as providing safe passage for soldiers to Vietnam. The colour of the top half of the army green shirts began to change, the Australian humour was evident, there were Hawaiian shirts with dancing girls, some white shirts with ties and cravats, and some shirts that looked like girls blouses, departing Singapore the mood soon changed, as we changed back into the army green which was to be our colour from then on.

The wheels touched down on Vietnam soil, and we commenced the roll to the terminal, the runway seemed to never end, there were runways in all directions, some with planes landing, some with planes taking off. There were military cargo planes, Civilian planes from all countries, small planes, Helicopters of all sizes and descriptions, and everywhere vehicles dodging in and out of planes. Gazing through the plane window I saw many planes lining the runway that were parked in concrete and sandbagged hangers or revetments, then I saw my first glimpse of war, burnt out planes pushed to the sides of the runway, a stark reminder of the 1968 Tet offensive, that saw Tan Son Nhut attacked as well as major facilities in and around Saigon.

We rolled to a stop at the terminal, the cabin doors were opened and I felt the first rush of Vietnam, the heat was like a fireball; it rushed through the cabin erasing any memory’s of the air-conditioned flight over.

Descending the steps, our normally green shirts quickly began to change to black, as the oppressive heat began to have the sweat pouring from our body’s.There was no cooling breeze, just a dry humid heat that seemed to suck the air from our lungs.

My nostrils were assailed by the smells of gasoline and oils, and yet a pervading scent of humanity trying to survive, sweet and aromatic, yet tainted by a decaying aroma seemed to hover in the oppressive heat.

I stood on the tarmac that stretched for miles in every direction, waiting for further directions to where our buses were located, and buses that were to convey us to our initial Vietnam base.

Activity was happening all around us, troops embarking and debarking in every direction, maintenance vehicles and refuelling vehicles scuttling like ants, armament vehicles loading their deadly fire power, and everywhere I saw the ever presence of Military police.

I stood on that sweltering tarmac, and watched as a massive flying bird, the C130 cargo plane was being loaded, an endless file of soldiers were loading large wooden boxes on board, much like a conveyor belt, suddenly I felt an arm on my shoulder, I looked around and saw its owner, a very large African American soldier, skin so dark it appeared purple in the shimmering heat reflecting from the tarmac. Don’t you go praying for them there boys Aussie, he said, keep your prayers for yourself, they are the lucky boys, they are going home.

To Be Continued



Posted by on September 11, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Sands through the Hourglass

Yesterday marked another event in my sojourn through this ever changing life, like sands through the Hourglass another year trickled by into my 65th year.

I had a busy itinerary, so prepared for an interesting and productive day. First on the agenda was a visit to my acupuncturist who is also my Physiotherapist, in her offices I undergo the titillating enjoyment of needles inserted down my spinal area.

Twenty years in the Army has left me with compressed fractures of the spine, namely the discs, these occasionally cause severe muscle spasms down my back, I still have full mobility, but have to be aware of every movement I make, the acupuncture does relieve the symptoms, without it I end up on pain killers which can be addictive.

After a brief interlude in my exciting birthday agenda, the next port of call was to my local GP, this was a lengthy consultation dealing with a couple of matters.

First one was an inspection of my arm and hand, due to the fact of having a spiral fracture in the hand, necessitating four weeks wearing a back slab caster.

The story behind the fractured hand began about four weeks ago, a beautiful sunny Saturday morning when I decided to pay a visit to an old friend, he being a GP also but retired, he used to be my Doctor when he was practising, now this friend is an avid table tennis player, so subsequently a friendly game was in progress, needless to say my agility is not as it used to be, the ball went one way, the bat another, and I ended up on my back trying to use my hand for support, hence the back slab and pain killers.

A visit to his nurse ensued with the back slab being tightened and readjusted.

Not wanting to waste time, we decided to deal with the next problem in my litany of health problems, this being an irrigation of both ears, a problem I have had for many years diagnosed as high tone deafness, another legacy of my Army days in Vietnam.

Task accomplished, and one more visit to the Doctor for a referral to the hand physiotherapist, apart from all that I am fit.

Arrived home by late morning for the next appointment, a home visit from the in home care providers, this was to see if I needed any help on the home front in regards to my back and hand, apart from organizing further appointments, all was in order.

By this time of the day it was coming on to late afternoon, with one stop for Ana to buy me a birthday present, a lovely bottle of Mercedes Benz after shave, definitely only a couple of drops required I found out, it actually made me smell like Pepe Le Pew, who had been rolling around on an after shave factory floor for a few weeks, thanks Ana, I will only use it for special occasions and Mass on Sundays.

Finally to top off my birthday celebrations was a visit from my beautiful two grand children, Cameron aged three and Maddison aged two, both bringing a lovely birthday cake, after blowing out the candles, Maddison had to have it done a few times, we enjoyed the cake.

It’s an indescribable feeling having two beautiful grand children sitting on your knee, both at the talking stage, and both singing happy birthday and telling you all their story’s

So that concluded my Birthday, after they had gone I sat back with a quiet beer and contemplated the upsides and downsides of growing old, I came to the conclusion there is no downside, with old age I have made new friends throughout the medical and Para medical profession, friends I wouldn’t have met in my younger days, just a fact of life, nowadays I sometimes think I could qualify as a GP with the knowledge I have learnt.

And the other upside of aging is the gift of two beautiful grandchildren, little children who give you the pleasure of sharing their life.

Cheers for now and take care, off to have my Chiropodist appointment tomorrow, one always has something to do when they age gracefully.




Posted by on September 9, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Blog Photo Challenge Day Five

A beautiful days outing was a visit to Humbug Gully, a natural reserve that is home to numerous beautiful colorful Australian Birds and Wild life. I was actually able to get close up to my namesake, The Emu, they are a rather intimidating bird with very sharp claws, they are inquisitive by nature but have beautiful large inquiring eyes. The Emu is actually depicted on our Coat of Arms. I was feeding this little fellow out of a cup that he considered was eternally full.

I’d like to thank Lauren Scott at Baydreamer/ for tagging me in this fun photo challenge.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.

My Fifth and last day nomination for the challenge is open to all my Friends on WordPress.


Posted by on September 5, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Blog Photo Challenge Day 4


I’d like to thank Lauren Scott at Baydreamer/ for tagging me in this fun photo challenge.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.

My Fourth day nomination for the challenge is my friend Wonkywizard at


Posted by on September 4, 2015 in Uncategorized


Bog Photo Challenge Day 3

Once upon a time in a faraway land, deep in the mountains was a magical forest, a fairyland of wonder, where the King of the Fairies and Elves lived.


I’d like to thank Lauren Scott at Baydreamer/ for tagging me in this fun photo challenge.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.

My third day nomination for the challenge is Sheila at


Posted by on September 2, 2015 in Uncategorized


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