Story by Neil Br

It has taken nigh on 50 years, but I am finally sitting here documenting my National Service experience. It’s not going to easy but hopefully it will be therapeutic to some extent, so here goes. The exact dates are not critical to me, but I was in the 2nd last intake...

Never Volunteer

“Any man who can ride a motorbike. One pace, forward, march”. “You men fall out over here”. “We still men need a few more for this special training we’re going to hold”. “Any man who would like to ride a motor bike. One pace, forward march.” “Very good. Fall out with...

Seek & Ye Shall Find

As keen as the government of the day was to conscript young men into the army, the army was keen to get complete nutters out. They weren’t good for discipline, hard to intimidate into compliance and a distraction. A Nasho recruit was observed spending all his spare...

The Mess Hall & Yellow Death

The mess hall at Kapooka was an impressive building. It could feed 1,200 men at a single sitting on 30 tables of 40 men. Our first encounter with it, as recruits, was when we were marched in for the evening meal on our conscription day. There we were. 48 rag tag...
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