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This is some writing of mine that I came across and thought I would share it.  Makes me realise how lucky I am.  Life is not always beautiful for everybody.

Today, 3rd December 2010, Harry crossed my path at 10 kph in his Motorised Wheelchair.
I had not seen him in over a year.  
Harry is a War Veteran who lives down the road to me.
I’ve known him through the Senior Citizens outings that I used to be involved.
I used to often see Harry whizzing around my suburb in his Motorised Wheelchair.
Often I can’t catch up to him to have a conversation, he is that fast!
But today, was my lucky day.

‘Still around Harry? I thought you had carked it by now’.

‘I should have been gone a long time ago.
I am off to hospital at 4 pm.  So much pain.
Look at this!

He shows me the hard bulge in his stomach and I feel it and make the appropriate sympathetic comments.

‘This is the result of an operation gone wrong.’ He continues.  
‘We vets are a nuisance to them. (The Government).
They hope we die so they don’t have to look after us anymore.

This is what Harry told me in our short conversation.

‘Kakoda Trail. New Guinea 1941 – 1,500 strong.  Came back with just 75 of us.
Government sent them and no one knew they were coming.
Had to ship them in small boats to shore.  
Lost a lot of mates in Vietnam too.’

‘If I won tattslotto, I would go back to the Kadoka trail in New Guinea and do it in a Wheelchair, Walking stick, or whatever I could.  That’s what I want to do before I die.’

‘Sent a letter to Canberra. Government were useless.  Did not want to know.’

‘Wrote my life story on typewriter telling all the terrible things that happened in NewGuinea.’

Many years ago, I remembered having given him some of my spare typewriter ribbons, as they didn’t sell them anymore and he was in the process of writing his Book.

‘Yes. I finished writing my book. Gave book to friend to catalogue and put together.  
He O.D. and wife kept book.  
Will not return it, even though legal threats were issued

That was the extent of our conversation.  

I haven’t heard from him ever since.  
I think he must have died!
I hope he got his wish, but I doubt it!


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