Gypo Logger
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Matt, yes it is, I feeling quite like a fuktard now. Lol
Those GB's bars are still getting up and rock in'.
Those GB's bars are still getting up and rock in'.
Was just thinking I'd should check in.
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Cheers from across the ditch. Despite my best efforts, my eyes are watering.This is fairly long, however well worth the read.
I found it a tad hard to keep the tears at bay.
Getting the skidder done just working on the cab its the last thing to do..still waiting on the transmission when its back we can start putting it back together...
And Rudolf73 you where on the money engine is a 6bt.. Oh yeah the diffs, had a look It has 60 thousand pound eaton diffs...few pics for the guys interested in this type of thing Cheers...
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That's a ripper derwoodi!This is fairly long, however well worth the read.
I found it a tad hard to keep the tears at bay.
I'm sure you'll enjoy, there is utube version vid to watch
The Anzac on the Wall
I wandered thru a country town, 'cos I had some time to spare,
And went into an antique shop to see what was in there.
Old Bikes and pumps and kero lamps, but hidden by it all,
A photo of a soldier boy – an Anzac on the Wall.
'The Anzac have a name?' I asked. The old man answered 'No'.
The ones who could have told me mate, have passed on long ago.
The old man kept on talking and, according to his tale,
The photo was unwanted junk bought from a clearance sale.
'I asked around', the old man said, 'but no one knows his face,
He's been on that wall twenty years... deserves a better place.
For some-one must have loved him, so it seems a shame somehow.'
I nodded in agreement and then said, 'I'll take him now.'
My nameless digger's photo, well it was a sorry sight
A cracked glass pane and a broken frame - I had to make it right
To prise the photo from its frame I took care just in case,
Cause only sticky paper held the cardboard back in place.
I peeled away the faded screed and much to my surprise,
Two letters and a telegram appeared before my eyes
The first reveals my Anzac's name, and regiment of course
John Mathew Francis Stuart - of Australia's own Light Horse.
This letter written from the front... my interest now was keen
This note was dated August seventh 1917
'Dear Mum, I'm at Khalasa Springs not far from the Red Sea
They say it's in the Bible - looks like a Billabong to me.
'My Kathy wrote I'm in her prayers... she's still my bride to be
I just can't wait to see you both, you're all the world to me.
And Mum you'll soon meet Bluey, last month they shipped him out
I told him to call on you when he's up and about.'
'That bluey is a larrikin, and we all thought it funny
He lobbed a Turkish hand grenade into the CO's dunny.
I told you how he dragged me wounded, in from no man's land
He stopped the bleeding, closed the wound, with only his bare hand.'
'Then he copped it at the front from some stray shrapnel blast
It was my turn to drag him in and I thought he wouldn't last.
He woke up in hospital, and nearly lost his mind
Cause out there on the battlefield he'd left one leg behind.'
'He's been in a bad way Mum, he knows he'll ride no more
Like me he loves a horse's back, he was a champ before.
So Please Mum can you take him in, he's been like my own brother
Raised in a Queensland orphanage he' s never known a mother.'
But Struth, I miss Australia Mum, and in my mind each day
I am a mountain cattleman on high plains far away.
I'm mustering white-faced cattle, with no camel's hump in sight
And I waltz my Matilda by a campfire every night
I wonder who rides Billy, I heard the pub burnt down
I'll always love you and please say hooroo to all in town'.
The second letter I could see, was in a lady's hand
An answer to her soldier son there in a foreign land.
Her copperplate was perfect, the pages neat and clean
It bore the date, November 3rd 1917.
'T'was hard enough to lose your Dad, without you at the war
I'd hoped you would be home by now - each day I miss you more'
'Your Kathy calls around a lot since you have been away
To share with me her hopes and dreams about your wedding day.
And Bluey has arrived - and what a godsend he has been
We talked and laughed for days about the things you've done and seen'
'He really is a comfort, and works hard around the farm,
I read the same hope in his eyes that you won't come to harm.
McConnell's kids rode Billy, but suddenly that changed.
We had a violent lightning storm, and it was really strange.'
'Last Wednesday, just on midnight, not a single cloud in sight,
It raged for several minutes, it gave us all a fright.
It really spooked your Billy - and he screamed and bucked and reared
And then he rushed the sliprail fence, which by a foot he cleared'
'They brought him back next afternoon, but something's changed I fear
It's like the day you brought him home, for no one can get near.
Remember when you caught him with his black and flowing mane?
Now Horse breakers fear the beast that only you can tame,'
'That's why we need you home son' - then the flow of ink went dry-
This letter was unfinished, and I couldn't work out why.
Until I started reading, the letter number three
A yellow telegram delivered news of tragedy,
Her son killed in action - oh - what pain that must have been
The same date as her letter - 3rd November 17
This letter which was never sent, became then one of three
She sealed behind the photo's face - the face she longed to see.
And John's home town's old timers - children when he went to war
Would say no greater cattleman had left the town before.
They knew his widowed mother well - and with respect did tell
How when she lost her only boy she lost her mind as well.
She could not face the awful truth, to strangers she would speak
'My Johnny's at the war you know, he's coming home next week.'
They all remembered Bluey he stayed on to the end.
A younger man with wooden leg became her closest friend.
And he would go and find her when she wandered old and weak
And always softly say 'yes dear - John will be home next week.'
Then when she died Bluey moved on, to Queensland some did say.
I tried to find out where he went, but don't know to this day.
And Kathy never wed - a lonely spinster some found odd.
She wouldn't set foot in a church - she'd turned her back on God.
John's mother left no Will I learned on my detective trail.
This explains my photo's journey, of that clearance sale.
So I continued digging, cause I wanted to know more.
I found John's name with thousands, in the records of the war.
His last ride proved his courage - a ride you will acclaim
The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba of everlasting fame.
That last day in October, back in 1917
At 4pm our brave boys fell - that sad fact I did glean.
That's when John's life was sacrificed, the record's crystal clear
But 4pm in Beersheba is midnight over here......
So as John's gallant sprit rose to cross the great divide,
Were lightning bolts back home, a signal from the other side?
Is that why Billy bolted and went racing as in pain?
Because he'd never feel his master on his back again?
Was it coincidental? same time - same day - same date?
Some proof of numerology, or just a quirk of fate?
I think it's more than that you know, as I've heard wiser men,
Acknowledge there are many things that go beyond our ken
Where craggy peaks guard secrets 'neath dark skies torn asunder,
Where hoof-beats are companions to the rolling waves of thunder
Where lightning cracks like 303's and ricochets again
Where howling moaning gusts of wind sound just like dying men
Some Mountain cattlemen have sworn on lonely alpine track,
They've glimpsed a huge black stallion - Light Horseman on his back.
Yes Sceptics say, it's swirling clouds just forming apparitions
Oh no, my friend you can't dismiss all this as superstition.
The desert of Beersheba - or windswept Aussie range,
John Stuart rides on forever there - Now I don't find that all strange.
Now some gaze upon this photo, and they often question me
And I tell them a small white lie, and say he's family.
'You must be proud of him.' they say - I tell them, one and all,
That's why he takes - the pride of place - my Anzac on the Wall.
written by Jim Brown
(edit reply to wrong post) Thanks guys I've enjoyed working on it something different from the normal hard slog.. It's been about 2 years since its been back at the mill, normally goes from logging job to logging job but even the old man could see was about time to take it home for some work there is only so much you can do in the bush...But I do remember about ten years ago pulling the engine out down the side of a mountain range couldn't even drive it back to the Dump, used the loader to lift the engine out now that was a chit of a job ha ha.....Lookin good mate!
Yeah i actually don't mind working on that bigger stuff either. Ha ha. Sounds like an adventure on the mountainside!(edit reply to wrong post) Thanks guys I've enjoyed working on it something different from the normal hard slog.. It's been about 2 years since its been back at the mill, normally goes from logging job to logging job but even the old man could see was about time to take it home for some work there is only so much you can do in the bush...But I do remember about ten years ago pulling the engine out down the side of a mountain range couldn't even drive it back to the Dump, used the loader to lift the engine out now that was a chit of a job ha ha.....
Matt, yes it is, I feeling quite like a fuktard now. Lol
Those GB's bars are still getting up and rock in'.
Adventure sure was haha...We are the 2nd owners of this machine, and well the 1st owner I can't put it any other way had passion fingers! haha...For whatever reason at some stage he decided to put a wrong size bolt in the intercooler which bolts onto the intake manifold and it cracked a big chunk of cast inside the manifold....Just goes to happen the big chunk of cast let go years later when I was down the side of a mountain snigging.... I shut it straight down it made a god awful noise slapping on top of a piston, I knew whatever it was it was bad!...Went to town got a plant mechanic to come bush the next day and have a look, soon as I fired it up he's like shut it down that engine has to come out! I'm like ya joking right! haha....Yeah i actually don't mind working on that bigger stuff either. Ha ha. Sounds like an adventure on the mountainside!
Top effort Neil, you are going to owe your boy a beer or two when this is over, btw, I do believe there is someone in your camp that might know how to rip a post or two to get the fences back up
Good luck with everything
Glad to here you're on top of it mate. Out of interest what does one of those packs weight? 1-2 tonne? You guys must have got your finger out to achieve what you did in 3 days. Great effort old son. As mentioned I bet you're due for a beer.
As far as Cutty Cutty goes I'll just keep you hanging as I'm still not sure that you're mentally capable of being exposed to such high end engineering.
Sorry to read of your hassles Neil. Glad to see it coming back together though. What doesn't break us makes us stronger, they say. Not sure I agree with that completely but I figure Mother Nature will have to be more of a ***** than she has been lately before you'll concede defeat.
club asked if u got bring along bayonets, I knew I had one but never knew where it came from or its family providence so found it dusted it off & turns out to be a 1944 patent no 7 slazenger but still dont know where i got it from.... it may have been mums 1st bloke as he served till killed
http://www.lawranceordnance.com/information/bayonets/australian/furniture.php
My parents have an awesome collection of bayonets from both WWI and WWII. They came from my mum's father and he collected them in WWII through the middle east and North Africa. Some really rare ones too.