A friend
of mine, Dave Fisher, who was one of the SAS people that was
killed over there, we were room mates at Kapooka, we made a
resolve to each other we'd join the SAS. I had a broken leg in a
car accident a couple of years prior, they knocked me back because
my leg wouldn't have stood up to the parachuting, but they
took Dave. He went into, probably infantry training,
and training with the SAS, and in order to be in a core in the SAS,
you had to sign on for an extra six months.
I was what you
call a short term, I had a couple of months to go, and I saw
him over there, we had our usual greetings, you know,
what the f.... are
you doing here! So we shook hands and had a bit of an embrace,
and as a result we had a get together for a drink. I never saw him
after that , because he was shot up and killed.
