Ray had his wounds dressed at the base hospital and before long was able to walk around again. Much to annoyance of senior officers and medical staff, Ray left the hospital and decided to return to that battle at Gona.
One day I thought 'bugger this, I'm of' and so I attached a note to the pillow, that king all for looking after me, then hitched a ride to Ward's airstrip and bluffed my way onto a DC-3. I rejoined my battalion for the latter stage of the fighting at Gina. Everyone thought I was mad, and they were probably right. The hospital head wern't very happy either and I lost my Corporal's stripes!
Ray was also on the receiving end of another characteristic commonly associated with the Australian 'digger', larrikinism, and the ability to have a laugh at a mates' expense. Mr Baldwin's account of how he became aware of Christmas morning soon after returning to the 2/27th highlights this:
YOU ARE READING
Christmas Morning 1942
RandomThis is my first book I've made I hope you injoy peace out :)
