In recent times, I have read about National Servicemen and the Vietnam War, in forums mainly, but also in the occasional book, and I feel it is now time for me to put forward the details as I saw them and believe to be true.

In 1967 I was posted from Airborne Platoon to the 3rd Training Battalion (3TB) in Singleton NSW as an Infantry Instructor. This was at my own request, as I had completed my Instructors Course at the School of Infantry at Ingleburn NSW, and to get promoted in Airborne, you had to wait for someone to become deceased.

I need to state here that I was promoted to Corporal on march-in, bypassing the first tape, and became a Sergeant within 18 months. During my stay at 3TB, I was posted to 1 Platoon A Company, where I remained during my tour of duty.

3TB had been set up specifically for the training of 'Nashos' (National Servicemen). Because of the intensity of training, we had a high and regular turn over of platoon commander's, so I frequently found myself filling that roll as well as my own. It is because of this that I feel qualified to make the following observations.

On the day of march-in, buses would arrive with recruits from all over the country, normally within a 12-hour period. There was much confusion, shouting and young men wondering what the hell they had walked into. We actually sent some home again, as the LMO (Local Medical Officer) had obviously been 'on the sauce' when doing the preliminary medical - clubbed feet, a right hand with one finger and a thumb, and one poor kid who had an epileptic fit on the parade ground. After more medicals, jabs, and the excitement of a trip to the Q Store (Quartermaster's Store), we would shuffle them down to the company lines. (It was quite challenging trying to teach them to march on day one). I think it would be appropriate to say here that the stoicism and tenacity shown by those young men on Day 1 should have told us that our job to train them was not going to be as difficult as we thought.

I could recount lots about their training and development but it is sufficient to say that at the end of 12 weeks I was so proud my chest stuck out a mile on the March Out Parade; it was obvious their parents and families were equally as proud of them. The true Australian grit and resilience were there for all to see. Some went up the hill for Infantry Corps Training while others went to the other Arms and Services.

Generally I found the Nasho to be an enthusiastic and capable soldier but a few rebelled. Whilst still at Singleton on ONE occasion I had a digger who made it clear to all, including the OC (Officer Commanding) that he was not going to soldier for anyone. I was told to take him back to the platoon office and await further orders. During that time, 'said troopy' and I had a few heated words when I did the unforgivable thing by offering to take my shirt off so we could sort it out there and then. I knew immediately that I had gone past the point of no return, but to my surprise he put his hand out and said:
"Sarg, if you're prepared to go to that length to keep me here, I'll stay." He did and turned into a good soldier

I did this work for two and a half years before going to Vietnam myself as a reinforcement (Reo), and thanks to Claude Ducker who nailed me at a FSB (Fire Support Base) during a re-supply; I joined the Tigers for the remainder of my tour.