Sunday, October 28, 2018

The more you travel, the more you realise how much of the world you are yet to see


The group departing Adelaide Airport for Vietnam: 30 September 2018


Elspeth Grant writes: 

For many of Australia’s young men and women who served in the Vietnam War, it would have been the first time they travelled overseas.  One of my many highlights from our study tour was sharing the pleasure and challenge of overseas travel with our students, especially those who were on their first journey beyond Australian borders.  Everyone engaged with all five senses – seeing conical hats popping out of rice paddies, tasting fresh tropical produce like dragon fruit, hearing the Last Post play at Long Tan before our minute’s silence, feeling the way through dark damp tunnels, and of course, smelling the sweet perfume of tropical strength insect repellent.  The students embraced the sheer joy of diving into new destinations, as well as showing respect when walking in the footsteps of the Anzacs and honouring the fallen with their tributes each night.
At least once a day on the trip I would suddenly realise ‘I’m in Vietnam – how cool is that?’  Your friendly first aider loved watching students who hadn’t already caught it, succumb to the travel bug.  I hope you all continue to venture far and wide albeit if, like me, you’re initially a backpacker to stretch your budget (claw-foot baths, infinity pools, and grand pianos are overrated!)  Immersing yourself in other cultures is an integral part of being a lifelong learner.  There is a saying that ‘the more I learn, the less I know’ and similarly, I have found that the more you travel, the more you realise how much of the world you are yet to see.  As you go, remember that there are often Anzacs resting in far flung corners of the globe and take the time to visit them.  And don’t forget to send me a postcard please!

The Vietnamese citizens have a contagious bubbly spirit




A dog on the streets of Vietnam.

Kelly Parkin writes:

I have chosen this image as the most significant to me because it tells a much deeper, and sadder meaning of how homelessness and fear of affection affects the public. It is shown through the eyes of each individual dog that we came across. However, some contained hope in their eyes and voice. The dogs we came across whilst climbing up Camp Carroll had a loyal and strong bark that provided protection and security for their owners who risked their lives to accept a creature that could potentially kill them – from rabies or a regretful action inflicted from uncertainty. Whereas the dogs that we came across on the streets of Saigon maintained the expression of immense loneliness.These poor souls had been stranded and left to struggle on the streets with the difficult glances and hesitant steps of humans as they walked past. In an attempt to not feel guilty when we avoid offering needed affection to the small beings, we unknowingly walk past them as if they were nothing more than a stone-sculpture soaking up the evening sun. Unfortunately, it’s also fear that leads humans to ignore them, as we are afraid they may transfer a disease or rabies.
This significantly represents the same guilty action that we as humans perform to homeless people. We don’t notice it as much in Australia, because the homeless people to blend into their surrounding environments. But in the bustling streets of Saigon, the homeless and poor people are the centre of attention. They survive purely from public donations, and become professional beggars or tiny business owners/employees. The Vietnamese citizens have a contagious bubbly spirit, with a high morale and motivation to succeed. People may argue that it’s because they need these traits to be a good seller for tourists and potential customers, but others argue that’s just who the Vietnamese are. To positively support this argument, during the entire trip we came across very few unpleasant and angry Vietnamese citizens, most were outstandingly gentle and content.
The orphanages we visited also showed the importance of high morale and happiness that is shown by the citizens of Vietnam. The children that we met at the orphanage were the happiest and most energetic bunch I have ever met. Despite the limited food and basic toys that are offered to the kids, and the fact that their parents are gone, they are very considerate and enjoy the company of strangers and their friends. They have become strongly reliant of human communication and interaction, as that is what they find most amusing and entertaining. They don’t care so much about toys and gifts, it’s as if they believe that we were the true gifts, and the balls that we gave them were just a bonus gift that got to stay with them physically. But what they cherished most was the memories formed with the people of our group. They loved to play and communicate with us just as much as we did with them. It makes you realise the true beauty in human interaction and how sometimes the best memory is the one that is shared with other humans.
Overall, this image reinforces that the struggling homeless Vietnamese animals and citizens are calm, gentle and happy beings that enjoy the purity of the world’s beauty. Their most cherished memories are the ones that are shared with other individuals, which are free of cost.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

How often do we really see that kind of happiness?



Image above: Orphans and a carer at the Hong Quang Orphan House in Baria.


Laj Thind writes:

Among many memories and learning experiences during the two weeks in Vietnam, one of the highlights for me was interacting with the people. I loved connecting with them and this is why the photograph at an orphanage including an elderly woman with four young children surrounding her is of significance to me. Meeting these people was special to me as I created a bond with one of them and knowing that as a group we had in some way supported these children and elderly makes me want to contribute more. Also knowing that the Vietnamese government does not support them was saddening, however it wasn’t surprising.

What I loved about the orphanage was the loving, homely feel to it and seeing that they are cared for by elders and have sibling like figures in their life. The second orphanage that we visited unfortunately did not have the same feel as the first. However it was evident to me that the Buddhist Monk in charge was doing the best that he could for the children. I was very astonished when I was told that in the past three days at that orphanage two babies were put on their doorstep. This angered, saddened me and frustrated me as I couldn’t do anything about it. However, I was reinforced with the knowledge that not all orphanages are like the first one we attended. I hope next years group visits both these orphanages again.

The pure joy in the children at the first orphanage when they were given soccer balls and footballs to play with was very refreshing because how often do we really see that kind of happiness? Especially in a society where we take these things for granted so often. Its strange that we generally see that with children below the age of five, the happiest they are is when it's all about the little things. This was a time of reflection for me to once again remember to be appreciative of what I have. It also gave me a realisation that I actually quite like playing with young children below the age of 4 because they do not ask the why questions.

I have to say that this trip to Vietnam has become so meaningful because of the experiences and friends I have made. It is easily the best thing I have done in my life so far.
Thanks you!


Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Seeing how Vietnam has just got on with things


Diana Hunt shares her thoughts about visiting the communications bunker at the 1st Australian Task Force Base at Nui Dat.




The photo of us at Nui Dat was the picture I chose because it had significant meaning for me. Standing where men and women over 50 years ago stood, some awaiting their fate. Standing where bullets and shells rattled, defending capitalism and the freedoms fought for many years ago by the ANZAC forces. It was very powerful being able to acknowledge all the men who served their country, despite them not having a choice whether they served or not. Some had volunteered but many did not have a choice, it was National Service or prison. Peter and Cheryl explained the military side of the many battles fought in Vietnam, particularly the Battle of Long Tan. It was amazing to see the difference between the Australian Army and the American Army tactics, particularly in the rubber plantations, like how the battle of Long Tan was fought. Seeing how Vietnam has just got on with things and sort of ignoring the bloody battles fought on their soil. It was emotional for me, because the soldier I researched, Anthony Quigley died within the base at Nui Dat. Standing where he fell was a emotional experience. Not that I wasn’t thinking of Anne Donnell, my World War 1 nurse, she would have seen similar horrors on Lemnos and in France to what the medics would have seen right where we were standing. Being able to stand on the ground where boys, some not much older than us, gave their lives for the fight against communism. The old base now looks very different to when the Australians arrived there. Being in Vietnam has given me experiences that I would have never got in Australia. When we first met each other at the meet and greet, I didn’t believe the students who had gone before when they said you become a family. Within the first few hours, we had formed our little family with Malcolm as our ‘Papa’. Within a few days or arriving back in Australia, we were dying to see each other again. Thanks Anne Donnell and Anthony Quigley for giving me the opportunity of a lifetime and one I will never forget.

Saturday, October 20, 2018

It may have been the first time their names had been spoken in Vietnam since the end of the war



Photo: Commemorative Service at Ha Long Bay

Abby Walker shares her photograph from the trip and some words to accompany the image chosen. Thanks for being the first one to send through your photo and write-up Abby. I look forward to read those to come.

I chose this photo because aside from Long Tan, this was another of the pivotal moments in the trip for me. The commemorative service on the boat at Ha Long Bay was run by Cheryl and it was really special to be able to honour our soldiers one more time in Vietnam.  That night we all spoke the names of the soldier that we wrote our essays about and the soldier that we researched and presented to the group. My soldiers that I honoured that night were George Doddridge and Geoffrey Lawrence Tweedie.
This out of all of the experiences on the trip stood out to me because it struck me that this may have been the first time their names had been spoken in Vietnam since the end of the war. It is so tragic that stories like these are beginning to be forgotten but this trip has opened my eyes to see that these were real people that went through so much so that we could live the way we do today. This really blows my mind in a way because to think that so many men, women and animals went to fight for a cause that they didn’t really understand, experienced the horrors of war and saw many of their friends die beside them and gave the ultimate sacrifice to their country, their lives.
Sometimes I am still in awe when I think that such a thing that we have learned so much about as a group could’ve happened to other human beings just like us. Imagining ourselves in their shoes is something that you can’t really do through watching documentaries and TV shows, but when you’re standing there maybe in the same place that the Australian soldiers did all those years ago, it gives you a feeling that is hard to understand but that you’re remembering the lives of the soldiers who may have already been forgotten. My grandfather served in the Vietnam War and returned, and it was really powerful for me especially when we visited Nui Dat to think that I could be standing in the same place that he was. I was honoured to commemorate one of his best friends that was killed due to a cruel accident, friendly fire. I know how much this affected him and the commemorative services both at Long Tan and in Ha Long Bay gave me a chance to remember his sacrifices and the effects it had on so many around him.
This trip has changed my life and has given me a whole new perspective of different aspects in the war and the sacrifices that the soldiers made for us. I now know what was done in the past so that we could live freely and without the threat of danger and sending our loved ones to fight. I’d like to finish with a quote,  ‘The greatest cruelty is our casual blindness to others’. So, for all those who have lost loved ones, for all those who said their final goodbyes and for all those living today in their honour. Lest we forget.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

The story of Anthony Quigley


The story of Anthony Vincent Quigley by Diana Hunt, 2018 Premier's Anzac Spirit School Prize awardee














 Anthony Quigley during training in 1967



Anthony Vincent Quigley was born on the 24th November 1947 in Adelaide. He was one of a pair of twins to Vincent and Mary Quigley, but his twin died one day after they were born. The Quigleys were a devout Roman Catholic family. His father owned his own catering business, though Anthony, known to his friends as Tony, did not follow the family business. He went to school at Salesian College in Brooklyn Park. However he did not finish his education and went into the building business as a labourer and driver.
                     
 

Anthony in Adelaide before being called up


He was called up for  National Service in 1967, aged 20. On enlistment, he was around 6 foot tall, muscly and had thick, wiry hair. He was sent to Puckapunyal in April 1967 for basic training. He was then sent to Singleton for infantry training in June 1967. He finished training in August 1967. He immediately joined 5 Platoon, B (Bravo) Company, 3RAR at Woodside Barracks in South Australia. He did not leave for Vietnam until 20th December 1967, so he went and saw his girl friend at the time before he left for Vietnam. Tragically, this was the last time they would see each other.

He was well respected by his comrades, rising to the rank of Corporal and became a  section commander. He was a part of the Tet Offensive in February 1968, the unexpected battle for Baria on 1st and 2nd February 1968  and the costly and protracted battle for Fire Support Bases Balmoral and Coral in May and June 1968. This battle went on  for 28 days and was one of the longest battles of the Vietnam War. He was admitted to the 1st Australian Field Hospital in Vung Tau in September 1968 for malaria, where many of his mates kept his spirits up, like he did for them on the battlefield. He returned to his battalion at the Task Force base at Nui Dat around the end of September 1968.

The night before he was to return to Australia, Tony was commanding a patrol  protecting the tactical area of responsibility (TAOR), as a favour for one of his mates so that his mate could see a friend off for rest leave in Vung Tau. Tony went to check the area  when a VietCong sniper heard him moving and shot at him. That shot was fatal. He died immediately on the night on 5th November 1968, aged just 21. One of his mates, when he returned home told Tony’s family that Tony was a great guy with good humour.

Many of the men and women who left for Vietnam returned mentally and physically scarred and the country they called home shunned their service. Many veterans who returned home were not allowed to join RSLs or collect government pensions because Vietnam was a ‘police action’ and was not yet recognised as a war. Many were called ‘baby killers’ or ‘murderers’ due to the television coverage of the aftermath of herbicides, such as Napalm and Agent Orange. The Vietnam conflict was not liked by the Australian public, so many veterans were verbally and physically abused. This infuriated many of Tony’s mates, that they were not allowed to say they were veterans. Many kept their service secret from family and friends for many years, some kept it secret for decades. When servicemen and servicewomen returned to Australia, many were told by the Army to never wear their uniforms anywhere outside, in case they were attacked or abused for their service, this included on military bases and walking to and from work - they had to wear ‘civvies’ or civilian clothing.

Although the youth of today may never know about the Vietnam War, many will know someone who was a part of it, so as the youth of today and the educators and historians of tomorrow, we must remember their sacrifice and duty to country.  Tony has been a fascinating character to research. Although he did not form a family of his own, his siblings and parents would always know Tony as a hilarious guy who was very kind and I have spiritually adopted him into my own family.  I now would like to play you a song that is possibly very familiar to some of you, but there are a few common experiences that many of our veterans would have had during their tour of duty in Vietnam, regardless if they were conscripts or volunteers. (Diana then played "I was only 19").

 

Stories told

At night during the trip the students and adults shared their research on an Australian soldier who died in the Vietnam War. The stories told were well researched and very moving. We all learnt about the soldiers journey to war and the tragedy of their passing. Thank you to the students and adults on the trip who made this part of the tour so poignant and meaningful to our purpose of travelling to Vietnam. 

In previous blog postings we have read the stories of Lindsay Brown (Kelly), Barry Donald (Andrew), the dogs of Vietnam (Elspeth) and Bruno Adamczyk (Malcolm). This is another story to be told, that of Major Peter Badcoe as told by Ella Frampton on the trip. Ella presented the story of Peter Badcoe on the bus as we travelled between Nui Dat and Vung Tau on 3 October. Ironically, Ella finished her story telling as we pulled up at Back Beach in Vung Tau. Unbeknown to Ella and certainly not planned, this was the site of the Peter Badcoe Club (named after Major Peter Badcoe who was posthumously awarded the Victoria Cross (VC) for several courageous actions in Vietnam. The club had various recreational facilities including a swimming pool - Harold Holt Memorial Pool and beach). It was just one of those moments!

The Peter Badcoe Club, Back Beach Vung Tau.


I will post more stories as students forward their digital copy to me post-trip.


Major Peter John Badcoe





The Vietnam War. A tragic conflict that took the lives of so many young Australians who were required to go and fight. Approximately 60 thousand Australians were sent into the midst of the conflict, 3 thousand were injured and 500 Australian’s tragically lost their lives. 4 of the 60 thousand Australian’s, that were served our country received the Victoria Cross. One of these recipients was Peter Badcoe, a Major serving in the Australian Regular Army.

Peter was born in Malvern, Adelaide, on the 11th January 1934 with the name of Peter John Badcock to his father, Leslie Allen Badcock and mother, Gladys Mary Ann May. Peter was the only child to the pair and there is very little information available about his childhood and education. This is proof that the stories and lives of the soldiers really are being forgotten.

Of what is known, Peter was educated at Adelaide Technical High School before gaining an intermediate certificate and leaving at the young age of 15. He worked as a clerk in the public service but always yearned for a life in the military. This dream was against his Father’s wishes. After years of pestering his father for permission, Peter then enlisted in the Australian Regular Army at age 18. Two years later, on the 13th of December 1952, Peter graduated from Officer Cadet School in Victoria and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant.  Badcoe was then posted to several different locations over a number of years. These include the 14th National Service Training Battalion in 1953 and between 1955-1957 and 1st Field Regiment twice between 1953-1955 and 1957-1958.

 In 1956 at age 22, Peter married 17-year-old Denise Maureen McMahon. Between 1956 and 1961 Denise and Peter had three daughters and Peter grew to become not only a devoted soldier but also, a devoted father. Many letters home expressed his love for his daughters and wife which were often addressed to as “My Darling Girls”.

Promoted to temporary captain in December 1958, he worked as a general staff officer at Army Headquarters in Canberra. In July 1961, he changed his surname to Badcoe. After returning to regimental duties, he served in Malaya from late 1961 to 1963 as battery captain with 103 Field Battery, accompanied by his family during one of the happiest periods of their lives together

In August 1965, Badcoe transferred from artillery to infantry. In June of 1966 he was promoted to a provincial major and only a month later on the 6th of August he was deployed to Saigon, now known as Ho Chi Minh City. It was during this deployment that Badcoe gained the nickname of the ‘Galloping Major’, due to his energy.

His colleagues described Badcoe as a friendly solder with a dry sense of humor much like many other soldiers of this period. After seeing, hearing and feeling some of the things that these vets did, there is no surprise that a lot of them come with this type of humor.  He was a very private man who’s main support came from his wife, his sole confidante. He was never seen to drink, nor smoke much, unlike other soldiers and was often bored with the activities found in the mess, rather opting to entertain himself by reading a book on small arms or military history.  If one was to witness Badcoe in action they would not be able to tell it was the same man who accompanied himself with a book in his free time. With a lack of better terms, Badcoe seemed invincible, at his forefront of his troops and conspicuous in his red paratrooper beret.

Badcoe, unlike any other soldier, acquired an understanding of the Vietnamese people, and an affectionate regard for the soldiers he commanded. In order to obtain equipment for his poorly provisioned troops, he often traded spirits and souvenirs from the Australian canteen with American Marines. He also acquired food and supplies which were donated to local orphanages.

As well as countless other acts of heroism, there are three events in early 1967 in which Major Peter John Badcoe exemplified what it means to be courageous and selfless. These are the events that won Badcoe his Victoria Cross, along with countless other awards and medals.

The first of these actions occurred on February the 23rd during a small operation in Phu Thu district, in which Badcoe ran across 600 meters of (Open fire? Or actual fire? fire, swept open ground with minimal cover to assist a territorial platoon. After taking complete control of the unit in the area, Badcoe lead a frontal attack, single-handedly charged an enemy machine-gun post and shot its crew. He also managed to retrieve a body of an American advisor killed in action along before delving deeper into enemy fire to rescue another who was wounded.

The second immensely gallant event occurred on the 7th of March of the same year, the district headquarters near Hue were attacked by a strong Viet Cong Unit. As Badcoe was in command when he organized and led a series of assaults which drove out the Viet Cong forces, saving the headquarters.

Exactly a month later on April 7th, Peter Badcoe was writing to his wife. This letter held the details containing his feelings about the war. He stated, “It’s time I came home. I’m getting bitter and cynical… I can see more and more good about the Vietnamese and less and less about the US advisers.” Little did Badcoe know this letter was coincidental and ironic. It was his final letter home.

On the same day of April 7th Badcoe learned that the Reaction Company of the South Vietnamese 1st Division was having difficulties near An Thuan. As he was aware that unless advisers were present the company would be denied air support, Badcoe and a US Army Sargent drove to the area. After discovering the force had fell back, Badcoe, once again showing his immense amounts of leadership, took charge, rallying the men against the fire going over their heads. All whilst supporting the other men Badcoe crawled ahead of the group and attempted on several different occasions to silence machine-gun fire with a grenade. On a few of the occasions the American saved his life pulling him out of the line of fire. Rising for one final attempt at the machine-gun Major Peter John Badcoe was shot and killed instantly, another young Australian killed in action and another family without a father, son and husband. 

 
The medals of Major Peter Badcoe

These were the feats of gallant and leadership that not only made Australia recognise his efforts but also the Vietnamese and Americans. Peter Badcoe was awarded Australia’s highest honor in the military, the Victoria Cross, the United States Silver Star and the Vietnamese National Order, three Crosses for Gallantry and the Armed Forces Honor Medal. He was an inspiration to all fighters regardless of their nationality. and His funeral in Hue was the largest that could be recalled by any allied soldier. His family did not attend the funeral as Peter had previously confided in his wife that he believes military funerals were terribly horrendous for families. Major Peter John Badcoe is now buried in the Terendak Military Cemetery in Malaysia, his headstone reading a line provided by his widow that could not be truer, “He lived and died a solder.” Lest we forget.




The Vietnam War. A tragic conflict that took the lives of so many young Australians who were required to go and fight. Approximately 60 thousand Australians were sent into the midst of the conflict, 3 thousand were injured and 500 Australian’s tragically lost their lives. 4 of the 60 thousand Australian’s, that were served our country received the Victoria Cross. One of these recipients was Peter Badcoe, a Major serving in the Australian Regular Army.

Peter was born in Malvern, Adelaide, on the 11th January 1934 with the name of Peter John Badcock to his father, Leslie Allen Badcock and mother, Gladys Mary Ann May. Peter was the only child to the pair and there is very little information available about his childhood and education. This is proof that the stories and lives of the soldiers really are being forgotten.

Of what is known, Peter was educated at Adelaide Technical High School before gaining an intermediate certificate and leaving at the young age of 15. He worked as a clerk in the public service but always yearned for a life in the military. This dream was against his Father’s wishes. After years of pestering his father for permission, Peter then enlisted in the Australian Regular Army at age 18. Two years later, on the 13th of December 1952, Peter graduated from Officer Cadet School in Victoria and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant.  Badcoe was then posted to several different locations over a number of years. These include the 14th National Service Training Battalion in 1953 and between 1955-1957 and 1st Field Regiment twice between 1953-1955 and 1957-1958.

 In 1956 at age 22, Peter married 17-year-old Denise Maureen McMahon. Between 1956 and 1961 Denise and Peter had three daughters and Peter grew to become not only a devoted soldier but also, a devoted father. Many letters home expressed his love for his daughters and wife which were often addressed to as “My Darling Girls”.

Promoted to temporary captain in December 1958, he worked as a general staff officer at Army Headquarters in Canberra. In July 1961, he changed his surname to Badcoe. After returning to regimental duties, he served in Malaya from late 1961 to 1963 as battery captain with 103 Field Battery, accompanied by his family during one of the happiest periods of their lives together

In August 1965, Badcoe transferred from artillery to infantry. In June of 1966 he was promoted to a provincial major and only a month later on the 6th of August he was deployed to Saigon, now known as Ho Chi Minh City. It was during this deployment that Badcoe gained the nickname of the ‘Galloping Major’, due to his energy.

His colleagues described Badcoe as a friendly solder with a dry sense of humor much like many other soldiers of this period. After seeing, hearing and feeling some of the things that these vets did, there is no surprise that a lot of them come with this type of humor.  He was a very private man who’s main support came from his wife, his sole confidante. He was never seen to drink, nor smoke much, unlike other soldiers and was often bored with the activities found in the mess, rather opting to entertain himself by reading a book on small arms or military history.  If one was to witness Badcoe in action they would not be able to tell it was the same man who companied himself with a book in his free time. With a lack of better terms, Badcoe seemed invincible, at his forefront of his troops and conspicuous in his red paratrooper beret.

Badcoe, unlike any other soldier, acquired an understanding of the Vietnamese people, and an affectionate regard for the soldiers he commanded. In order to obtain equipment for his poorly provisioned troops, he often traded spirits and souvenirs from the Australian canteen with American Marines. He also acquired food and supplies which were donated to local orphanages.

As well as countless other acts of heroism, there are three events in early 1967 in which Major Peter John Badcoe exemplified what it means to be courageous and selfless. These are the events that won Badcoe his Victoria Cross, along with countless other awards and medals.

The first of these actions occurred on February the 23rd during a small operation in Phu Thu district, in which Badcoe ran across 600 meters of (Open fire? Or actual fire? fire, swept open ground with minimal cover to assist a territorial platoon. After taking complete control of the unit in the area, Badcoe lead a frontal attack, single-handedly charged an enemy machine-gun post and shot its crew. He also managed to retrieve a body of an American advisor killed in action along before delving deeper into enemy fire to rescue another who was wounded.

The second immensely gallant event occurred on the 7th of March of the same year, the district headquarters near Hue were attacked by a strong Viet Cong Unit. As Badcoe was in command when he organized and led a series of assaults which drove out the Viet Cong forces, saving the headquarters.

Exactly a month later on April 7th, Peter Badcoe was writing to his wife. This letter held the details containing his feelings about the war. He stated, “It’s time I came home. I’m getting bitter and cynical… I can see more and more good about the Vietnamese and less and less about the US advisers.” Little did Badcoe know this letter was coincidental and ironic. It was his final letter home.

On the same day of April 7th Badcoe learned that the Reaction Company of the South Vietnamese 1st Division was having difficulties near An Thuan. As he was aware that unless advisers were present the company would be denied air support, Badcoe and a US Army Sargent drove to the area. After discovering the force had fell back, Badcoe, once again showing his immense amounts of leadership, took charge, rallying the men against the fire going over their heads. All whilst supporting the other men Badcoe crawled ahead of the group and attempted on several different occasions to silence machine-gun fire with a grenade. On a few of the occasions the American saved his life pulling him out of the line of fire. Rising for one final attempt at the machine-gun Major Peter John Badcoe was shot and killed instantly, another young Australian killed in action and another family without a father, son and husband.

These were the feats of gallant and leadership that not only made Australia recognise his efforts but also the Vietnamese and Americans. Peter Badcoe was awarded Australia’s highest honor in the military, the Victoria Cross, the United States Silver Star and the Vietnamese National Order, three Crosses for Gallantry and the Armed Forces Honor Medal. He was an inspiration to all fighters regardless of their nationality. and His funeral in Hue was the largest that could be recalled by any allied soldier. His family did not attend the funeral as Peter had previously confided in his wife that he believes military funerals were terribly horrendous for families. Major Peter John Badcoe is now buried in the Terendak Military Cemetery in Malaysia, his headstone reading a line provided by his widow that could not be truer, “He lived and died a solder.” 

Lest we forget.