Je Touché Moi ©
We had just Left Camilla Creek House and were on our way to Darwin and Goosegreen.
Crossing Coronation Point, an enemy machine gunner seemed to have a personal vendetta against me. Fortunately, he missed!
Jim (Jock) Love
Death passed me by,
but he touched my soul.
While his scythe of fiery lead,
cut a swathe through the pre-morn light.
Bony fingers plucked holes in mortal flesh,
To quench the reaper's thirst.
He passed me by,