Elephant Stew
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The villagers in the highlands do, they run on a system of pay-back.....which loosely means everyone gets together and chops up the perceived offenders...either before or after they stick them full of sharp sticks.....highlanders with automatic weapons is every mans vision of hell.
There are no elephants in Australia...apart from zoo's that is, my tastes are more mundane, steak and vege.
There are no elephants in Australia...apart from zoo's that is, my tastes are more mundane, steak and vege.
During the war the Australian diggers who where on the Kokoda track, and other areas in Papua, when wounded by enemy or dysentery were carried on the shoulders of the highlanders over some of the worst country in the world in appalling conditions to medical help, hence the name fuzzy wuzzy angels.....no matter what else happens, the Papuans belong with us...they are family.
Salt bush is a plant here in some areas of Australia that the stock feeds upon, it imparts a unique taste to the meat.
I shore sheep for fourteen years and got to eat more than my fair share of mutton...I can assure you that there is no finer taste than salt-bush mutton.
Salt bush is a plant here in some areas of Australia that the stock feeds upon, it imparts a unique taste to the meat.
I shore sheep for fourteen years and got to eat more than my fair share of mutton...I can assure you that there is no finer taste than salt-bush mutton.
THE "FUZZY WUZZY" ANGELS
Many a mother in Australia
When the busy day is done
Sends a Prayer to the Almighty
For the keeping of her Son.
Asking that an Angel guide him
And bring him safely back
Now we see those prayers are
Answered on the Owen Stanley track.
Tho' they haven't any halos
Only holes slashed through the ear
Their faces marked with tattoo's
And scratch pins in their hair.
Bringing back the badly wounded
Just as steady as a hearse
Using leaves to keep the rain off
And as gentle as a Nurse.
Slow and careful in bad places
On that awful mountain track
And the look upon their faces
Made us think that Christ was black.
Not a move to hurt the carried
As they treat him like a Saint
It's a picture worth recording
That an Artist's yet to paint.
Many a lad will see his mother
and the husbands, weans and wives
Just because the Fuzzy Wuzzies
Carried them to save their lives.
From Mortar or Machine gun fire
Or a chance surprise attack
To safety and the care of Doctors
At the bottom of the track.
May the Mothers of Australia
When they offer up a prayer
Mention these impromptu Angels
With the "Fuzzy Wuzzy " hair.
by NX6925 Sapper H "Bert" Beros of the 7th
Division, 2nd AIF; it was actually written on the Kokoda Track/Trail in 1942
