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Hey sorry about the spelling in my last post! anyway i for one was greatly moved by my kokoda experience and have actually written some poems about the history. Here is one about Brigade hill hope you don't mind me shareing it with you all.
Brigade Hill.
I had the honour to camp at Brigade Hill, It was quite eerie, calm and surprising still. Little indication of what had occurred long ago, The bloody battle against an irrepressible foe.
They’d done it before some of these very men, Now dug in on Mission Ridge, to do it again. They had held Isurava for day upon day, This new mission was simple, here you must stay.
Considered perfect for another ambush, Engage the enemy, slow down their push. Perched high on the ridge with views down the track Steep fall each side “surely no one could come up that!”
The enemies tactics evolved from each battle faced, Some circle out wide and some up the track race. Full frontal attacks to engage all our men, Find their positions then outflank them.
But it is surely impossible to use that tactic here, Look over each side the cliffs almost sheer. Underestimated their foe and the damage was done, The enemy climbed in the dark with ammo and guns.
So when dawn broke on the 8th September All hell broke loose as bad as any could remember, The enemy were securely entrenched behind them, Cut off and surrounded were 3 battalions of our men.
The Japanese General’s brilliant tactical approach, Front defensive, rear fall back positions, destroy them both. A desperate situation for our lads in dead, They’d all be destroyed if his tactic was to succeed.
“The track’s the supply line, we can’t let them stay and to evacuate injured mates, there is no other way. We must get between them and Moresby it’s clear Because we are the only resistance from here.”
With the situation desperate a plan had been hatched, The enemy must be dislodged, take back that track. So that afternoon as torrential rain fell They fixed bayonets and charged into hell.
These brave men who were surrounded down the hill New what they were in for, they new the drill, Into a wall of fire from an enemy dug in, Be lucky just to survive, little chance to win?
Captain Claude Nye led this heroic patrol He merely said “Yes Sir” a hero to the sole Of the twenty five men who went up the track, Nye and sixteen others never came back.
But remarkably eight men made it right through, They fought their way up to Battalion H.Q. You’d think they’d be honoured for an effort like that, No way on earth they were lined up to go back.
So with a new leader and fresh fighting men, They took their place and attacked once again. Captain ‘Lefty ‘ Langridge was in charge of the line Sadly he and twenty others were killed this time.
Unfortunately these brave actions were to no avail, The enemy’s weight of numbers just had to prevail. This bloody battle could never be won The aussies were still outnumbered 6 to 1.
So the order was given to fall back, Regroup at Menari, use the alternative track, But with any withdrawal the rearguard is the key, A withering volley of fire, bog down the enemy.
Brave men volunteered for this dangerous duty To buy time for their mates to get out to safety. And sometimes it’s like that in the theatre of war Ordinary men, do extraordinary things and more!
In a Kingsbury like act brave men broke from their cover Chucking grenades, with Bren’s they protected each other Charging down the hill with their commander CaptainLee Took their foe by surprise and caused them to flee.
Because of actions like this, many managed to withdraw, To reform and prepare for what next was in store, But what of this battle on “Massacre Hill” In just 2 days 80 of our finest were killed.
But remember this is all that could be done, Fight tooth and nail and don’t dare be overrun, Hold on and then withdraw to fight another day, Slow down the enemy and prolong their stay.
So some 65 years have come and they’ve gone, The world has changed and everything’s moved on, I sat on that hill, tears streaming from my eyes, Reflecting on the actions, so many lost lives.
I could never imagine the horror they went through, All Aussie heroes who did what they had to do, So the likes of Nye, Langridge, Lee and the rest Should never, ever be forgotten…. Lest we forget.
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