November - December 1943: Two artillerymen (Sergeant J Hamilton and Gunner H Tennant) wringing water out of a blanket at their flooded bivouac on Monte Camino.

This was New Zealand at war! Give them hell, the bastards! Give them hell! One sometimes felt like that when all revved up. We were a small but intensely proud nation and we knew the country was right behind us; every man, woman, child and dog. We were its spearhead, and although we moaned, cursed and got drunk occasionally, we wore its shoulder tabs with honour, a little like our All Black rugby teams, proud to be its representatives.

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