18

No one saw me at the passing out parade down in the city

It was a long march from recruits

The eighth battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card

We did Canasta and listened to music before we left

And the Enciks lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay

This company photo from BMTC shows us young and strong and clean

And here's me in my beret with me SAR and greens

God help me - I was only eighteen..