Back in 1914, at the start of World War 1
a ship sailed out of Sydney harbour,it was
on its way ,to join the fight.
It left Sydney on Jan 30,on its way to the
western front.
It was carrying 800 soldiers and crew.
And a wombat.
The wombat was asleep below decks thinking
it was safe at home.
Not realising that when it fell asleep in the back
of the supply truck,on the outskirts of Wagga
that he was off on an adventure.
If going to war can be called an adventure.
Going to war is bloody,going to war is hell.
The wombat didn’t know what he was in for,
this would be his last restful sleep for a long time.
At about 100 nautical miles off the coast the wombat
woke with a start.
What was all that motion,he felt like a cork in a bucket.
All of a sudden up came his lunch,a nice meal of grass,
fuck it.
All that up chucking was heard by a Private,walking
down the corridor.
The Private opened the door,and to his surprise,he
came face to face with a giant guinea pig.
He jumped back,thinking,what the fuck is that?
Then it dawned,a wombat.
What was a wombat doing on a ship.
A stowaway wombat is off to war,the Private
cant decide what to do.
Should he tell the Captain,or keep the fact there is
aboard,all to himself.
He decides that the Captain can wait,he doesn’t
need to know about the oversized rodent.
So he carries the wombat to his quarters,and hides
him under the bed.
Meanwhile the ship is getting close to dry land.
You can see and hear the gun fire.
You can smell the decay and death.
The wombat has become close to the Private by
the name of Duncan.
He has looked after the wombat on the journey to
the other side of the world.
The wombat and Duncan have formed a bond,as
much as a wombat and a man can.
Then the news hits the Privates ear,they have
almost reached their destination,Gallipoli.
The Captain gives the order,that after three months
at sea,the soldiers are to prepare to storm the shore.
The wombat climbs onto Duncans back,and they man
the life boats,and ready themselves for the onslaught
and more.
The wombat and Duncan hit the water,that comes up
to Duncans nipples.
Bullets are pinging all around,some soldiers are killed
instantly,some maimed and crippled.
The wombat and Duncan soldier on,and run up onto
the sand.
Ducking and diving,just surviving in this God forsaking
land.
The wombat walks around with a first aid kit strapped
to his back.
He helps Duncan tend to the injured and bury the dead.
The wombat and Duncan think that their world will never
be the same.
One by one the men fall,some die before they even know
that their life has ended.
The wombat and Duncan do al they can,to make sure that
the injured are treated with dignity and respect.
After six months of doing their duty,day after day,night after
night,the wombat and Duncan are tired,they have come to
the end of their fight.
Duncan is told that his tour of duty is almost over.
Two more weeks and he can go home to his wife Mary,and
their dog Rover.
Three days later Duncan is nursing the injured,and praying
with a murmuring sound.
Then the night turns eerie,still with anticipation,and I am sorry
to say Duncan was hit with a mortal round.
The wombat is frantic,as he sees Duncan lying dead on the
ground.
For a week the wombat wont leave the spot where his friend
took his last breath.
He is pining and whining,clawing at the earth,trying to make the
pain go away.
For a few weeks the wombat wanders around like a lost soul.
He cant forget Duncan,they were like brothers in arms.
The wombats heart is broken,and he lays down for his final rest.
He will never get up and walk this earth again.
The wombat closes his eyes,and dies with a smile on his face.
Knowing that he will see Duncan again,at that special place.
They never named the wombat because they didn’t want to
get to close.
By now the surviving soldiers have come to realise that they
will miss the wombat and Duncan the most.
