GIVING THE FINGER By Chris Nelson, 8/9 RAR
One of my corporals, Vic Burgess, was running down a hill at Shoalwater Bay one morning during a battalion attack. He grabbed hold of a small tree and out of the hundreds of thousands of trees, this bastard had a nail in it. His wedding ring caught it and his finger and ring came off. He looked at it, kept running, thought better of it, ran back, got his ring and finger and continued the attack. Bluey Roberts, the medic, sorted him out AFTER the attack.
