Grandson, before they sent me to Vietnam, they sent me to bootcamp.
Dear Grandson, I joined the Navy in 1966, a time when the Vietnam War was developing. It’s hard to explain, but it became impossible to not go.
I’m a right-wing voter, but the recent nonsense spouted by Latham and company has me wondering if we should hold our own accountable before we criticise the left.
Dear Grandson. When I was in school, my country was in Vietnam. It became impossible to not be swept up in it.
In his latest “Dear Grandson”, Stan Gerding reflects on what how being a kid playing with friends has changed, and the hardships his parents faced.
As the situation with guns in schools spirals out of control, I thought I’d try and explain today for my grandson’s tomorrow.
Over the span of my lifetime, I’ve realised it is fleeting. I don’t want my grandson to not know who I was. Consider this the first chapter.
Yesterday, the world witnessed the first fatality of the self-driving car. However, I don’t think the fear of technology is helpful, or lasting.
A recent brush with death taught me something. My age is catching up with me, but there are people far older than me. Worry about them.
I’m at the age where my social calendar is made up of funerals. However, the more I see, the less I want the standard dour church fare for my own.
You could say that I’m a product of my environment, however, my fear of the other has followed me throughout my entire life. It’s taught me one particular lesson.
While some victims of child sexual abuses within the Catholic Church may see justice, but for the vast majority, my Dad included, it is already too late.
Meet a mature adventurer, a man who shares the thrill of rock climbing with his younger mates. This particular trip may whet your own appetite for adventure – even if you’re not as young as you used to be.
We all get old. But while we may look it, a slight change in diet will ensure we don’t feel it.
As for those people who are set to take the same journey as I did in 1977, I certainly do not envy them.
As we get ever closer to the deadline, there’s the assumption that the issue will be put to rest. However, this discussion has long predated the question being asked, and thusly will remain.
Since the string of circumstances pushed me to the brink of homelessness and beyond, the respectable life I’ve been able to build will do. It has to.
It seems that many Australians are turning away from organised religion. But to think that we’re a nation of atheists is an easy assumption. The gospel truth is far more nuanced.
‘Gelignite’ Jack Murray was more than just fast cars, explosions and burning rubber at Uluru. He’s a snapshot of a bygone Australia, and a recent biography looks to shed more light on one of our most enduring characters.
I sat down with the peerless John Laws to discuss the enemies of the past, his hopes for the future, and the world beyond that. If you think the great man has mellowed with age, think again.
The Northern Territory embraces its status as being stuck in the past, and ordinarily, it’s harmless fun. However, it seems the long dead idea of the ‘Page 3’ girl is alive and well.