Last time, Grandson, I started telling you about my first day in boot camp. This time, I’ll tell you about the time I was forced to take dive training. I couldn’t swim.
Dear Grandson, I joined the Navy in 1966, a time when the Vietnam War was developing. It’s hard to explain, but it became impossible to not go.
Friday. Good lord. Overnight, our Navy clashed with the Chinese (sort of), one harsh regime relaxed slightly and one Uber driver put the rest to shame.
I recently discovered that the Australian Defence Force is pushing for Indigenous Australians to fight for the country overseas. Which I’m happy to do, provided you fight for us first.
When it comes to the Federal government’s submarine replacement program, R.W. Chinnery finds the media commentary at the bottom of the Collins class.