Southern military history
"Call yourself the cream of New Zealand?" barked the sergeant major. "Good God, I wouldn't like to taste the milk!"
How stroppy colonial disrespect brought the highest honour
Jack Hinton had had enough of this retreating malarky. It was April 1941 and in military terms the Greek campaign was already lost.
When he saw the Christmas tree, outside on a cold Glenorchy day, Gilbert John McMeeking turned to his two young daughters in a state of distress that shocked them.
One-time Southlander Dick Travis was a capable killer, at home on the battlefields of World War 1. Read any account of his war history and the anecdotal evidence suggests he was the archetypal strong and silent Southlander who got on with the job.