He was a career soldier beautiful 21-year-old had already seen active service in Borneo during the confrontation. I was 21 years old Nasho first. We were in the year in north Queensland late ’66, when the call came for volunteers to go to Vietnam. Within 24 hours we were on our way in the jungle warfare school Canungra and a month later we landed in Saigon January 4, 1967 – one day before my first wedding anniversary!

Jethro was a minefield in Nui Dat assigned. I use bulldozers to build our logistics base in Vung Tau. The helicopter landing area near the hospital U. S. Army Field was one of our first tasks.

Only four months after the decisive battle of Long Tan and Australian commanders led our pioneers, a minefield of protection around the Task Force to lay the base. It was hot, sweaty, dangerous work. Jethro was armed land mines when they were hit.

When I rushed to the heliport, the bloody corpses had just arrived and were performed by doctors desperate in the field hospital. The surgical team immediately went into action and six hours later, Jethro, his body wrapped in bloody bandages, was taken to the station. Stem stuck where the arms are used. Another stump where his leg was. His enormous stomach staples held together. Fragments of shrapnel peppered his face.

In a few days, two pioneers of the crew died of their injuries. Jethro challenged – his subconscious already provided what he would do if he is getting better – not so. He has no conscious memory of its first 40 days in the room full of young soldiers amputees.

During my watch at his bedside, I received the news that one of my five brothers was killed in a car accident at home. Far from the “integrated” communications we have today in the army units.

Six months later, Jethro was a patient at the hospital in Heidelberg rehearsal – I was a student at the Cadet School, Portsea. While visiting one weekend, he looked at his stumps for healing and thought, “that’s all I have left, mate -.

Equipped with a new arm, with shiny chrome hooks, and a mechanical leg, he moved into a new job in the public service. Shortly after he met Judy, a widow of war in Vietnam with two attractive children, Justine and Dominic. After a brief courtship they married and soon Danielle, Diedre and Judith took the family to ride. He boasted he not lose everything in this fatal mine blast.

The happiness of the family was soon destroyed, as Judy was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

Now a single father of five children, he learned that changing diapers was not easy for a guy with one thumb and index rebuilds. He joked that the baby holes more than the balls he got splinters from the explosion of landmines! Simple tasks were major challenges, but Jethro was a pioneer – and pioneers are trained to find ways around obstacles. The role of Royal Australian Engineers to improve the mobility of our troops and hinder the mobility of the enemy. It often takes a high degree of “sappernuity”.

Hanging coats the hills lifting was only one of the daily challenges he faced.

Jethro was not alone in his fight. His fellow military and the legacy kept a close eye on the family and were always willing to help. But over time he found some of them from falling apart.

An amazing woman drew his attention to a function of inheritance. He learned that his name was Pearl and she was a widow of the army with two little boys, Ian and Anthony. They talked, and soon it was game over for Jethro.

The plight of Vietnam veterans were recognized by their peers, but ignored by the government and the RSL at the time. An association founded by Vietnam veterans and Jethro, his work became a full-time lawyer for boys. He came to Legacy widows and other service providers to help their children.

During our bicentennial in 1988, he received the “RSL Achiever of the Year” for his selfless service to veterans. Flags were not a problem in those days. Australia had fought the Japanese, only 11 years ago. Excruciating pain in my lower back keeps him immobile for days. Last year open-heart surgery was needed to replace a defective mitral valve.

Keyhole surgery later conducted an infection that attacked his new valve. A blood clot broke and collected in his spleen. The repetition of Surgeons has decided that there was no choice but to replace the valve with a mechanical device – instantly!

As the sun rose on the 50th anniversary of the arrival of Jethro in his adopted country, an emergency team to separate a marathon operation at the hospital Greenslopes Repatriation. Jethro had only one wish. He wanted to see an Australian flag at the foot of his bed when he awoke.

I was fortunate to have received a late flight to Brisbane, on the eve of Australia Day. I met Pearl, the little the night before falling asleep. Four hours – when we did the recording time. It has become increasingly difficult to maintain a semblance of consent. Pearl took the phone in the waiting room to intensive care.

The call ended, but Pearl held the phone for a few seconds, as relief washed through her. Perle was time for a peaceful rest at home.

I waited because I was the first guy looked like he Jethro in the operations room in Vung Tau 40.

I will never forget the moment. He stuck his ass and I grabbed him – his eyes had voiced an emergency, I have never seen. A charming attractive nurse kept a vigil attention to the end of his bed. A young doctor played around. High-tech instruments to monitor all bodily functions – away from the high-pressure defense in the military field hospital 40 years ago!

This time he opened his eyes a little further and his face lit up – he found the Australian flag at the end of her bed!

Australia Day means different things to different people. Jethro family, his wife, Pearl, his children seven and twelve grandchildren, and all the colleagues who know his distress, it is the celebration of the survival of a shovel immigrant youth, gave all his adopted country.

Jethro spirit is an inspiration to us all. A laconic humor never left. “I can send Pearl,” Jethro said, “I can not afford to go.”

On arrival back in Sydney, I received a letter from a former nurse of the Army U. S. Philiba Annie:

“I was the nurse on duty when he arrived at the station post-op. I have never forgotten that fighter. Finally, they took him to surgery and found an infected gallbladder. The surgeon wanted to drain the gallbladder, but a false movement causes the gallbladder to rupture, and all that has been infected goo on her belly. One day a nurse found that my uniform was full of holes. It is from the solution of silver nitrate was used for burns, he used to splash on us and makes holes in our uniforms. She said: “Annie, what with the uniform.”