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Percy would stand up and sidestep and tap dance while the bullets bounced around him....
Percy laughed at death
and the Grim Reapers sickle missed him..
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                         PERCY WATT.              
         Percy he was as thin as wire  there was none as game as he...
In Syria where hot lead did fly, bullets zipping round him like a Bee.   ...       (1941)
 Percy walked across the open ground, as we watched him from the trench...
 I'd call 'Jesus, Perc get down', as he'd dodge the bullets, French....
  For he never was a moment still always shifting changing place....
 He'd taunt the Vichy French to kill, they just couldn't hit this Ace....
 He was a great morale booster, this lean boy we did admire.... 
Game as a young red bantam rooster  drew the Foreign Legions fire.....(French Foreign Legion)
And then in New Guinea green, when sudden death was all around.......(1942)
Bullets bounced where Perc. was seen while the others hugged the ground.....
I'd yell 'Get down young Percy mate those Jap's will surely kill you!' 
He`d laugh and say 'They can`t shoot straight, they're so bung eyed that it`s true! '.....
No they couldn`t hit young Percy Watt yet he lived where others died....
   Came home alive it was his lot,...
               Though the bung eyed Nip's they tried.....(my father worried about a 17
year old) 
Don Johnson....Percy is in the Toowoomba cemetry :( old age got him.....
Percy was a young ex sunday school teacher about 17 year old in Syria. He was convinced he
couldn't be shot in war and never was hit by the many bullets fired at him .
In close quarter fighting he was deadly with the bayonet parry and butt slap on the Jap.
He worked in the Toowoomba foundry after the war.

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