I'd love to get back to Camp 6 again and sit in the boozer under a moonlit sky, drinking 'Swamp Piss' and staring out to Number One island, arguing with my mates, "Look, there's a big ship coming in!"
Good ol' days! Of course, they were good ol' days because we were young then and not the decrepit old self of today, with false teeth, on the waiting-list for an artificial hip, and ready for a triple bypass.
Meri Krismas! Gutpela Nu Yia long yu!
P.S. Two books for your list: "Mr Pip" and "They Call Me Ishmael".
