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HARRY WEST of KOKODA

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HARRY WEST of KOKODA

Harry West was an Aboriginal stone age hunter, on the Kokoda trail Second World War in New Guinea in 1942... HARRY WEST of KOKODA... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYFVC072rJk One man from Goodooga, black, yes a "Murray" so true ...blue. He carried a sugar bag on his back, filled with grenades, primed too.... He left camp wearing a loincloth new, went native I'll relate... Went behind the lines to a Jap H.Q., fed them hand grenades old mate. ... The Japs did, the natives brutalise, worked them hard as mules as well. ... When a " Fuzzy " fell and couldn't rise, hamstrung him where he fell.... {and there he died so slow} 'Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels' bore our friends, mortally wounded down the track... Our Goodooga boy he made amends, with Jap carrier parties black.... He killed the Samurai swordsmen, mean, set Jap slaves many, free to run,.. Sent them back to the hills so very green, this fight for them he'd won... by Don Johnson. .. After three months of killing Japanese by stealth, he was near to our side of the fight an fell breaking his leg. He crawled a few mile to the Aussie lines. He developed "Scrub Typus" and died in the Port Moresby Hospital, Harry was now buried with his mates in the Bomana cemetry. Harry could track and hunt with the silent stealth and homing instinct of the true stone age hunter, there was no one better at jungle warfare. This Aboriginal Stone Age man could move from point to point by instinct, no need for moonlight, overcast or raining made no difference! Never lost! http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/

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