I met Jack, a while back, down at the tavern. He seemed busy looking for something in his schooner glass. All I could see was sediment.

Jack, what’s it like?

What’s what like, son?


Jack thought he saw something in the glass.

Well you know it all from school don’t ya son. All about comradeship, mateship.

Did you lose any friends during the war?

All of them.

Must be hard, being the only one. What war d’you fight in?


Where’d you fight?

He stopped searching for whatever he was looking for in his schooner glass.

In my heart, son.

“And the ANZAC legends didn’t mention mud and blood and tears”.
IΒ was only nineteen, John Schumann, Redgum.