WILD DOG RIVER BY GREG BARRON In 1973, after a two-year stint as a Nasho โ a year of which I served in Vietnam โ I first laid eyes on the tiny bronze relic that would wreak havoc on my life. I was back home in Cairns, working as a…
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WILD DOG RIVER BY GREG BARRON Poised to step out of the tinnie as I was, I had a good view of the camp: a bunch of dripping children, the corrugated iron and bush pole humpies Iโd seen from the river, smoke drifting through from various campfires and a โfifties…
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WILD DOG RIVER BY GREG BARRON I was young and naive in 1973, even though I’d been to war and seen things that will never leave my memory. Back then I didn’t understand the power of words and the power of being with like-minded companions, and the power of fire…