Sunday, 20 September 2015

the adventures of a lost little soldier

This afternoon, I was digging in the back garden, struggling to take out an old quince bush, when, in the tangle of roots I came across a lost little soldier.  The poor little man must have been waiting to be rescued for about twenty-five years at least, maybe more.

If he could talk I wonder what he would tell us....

(squeaky voice)
up to my knees in muck and bullets...

tramping through the rainforest...

hacking through tropical undergrowth...where's that machete...

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