For a whole day and night we sat on that bloody hill. On the morning of 2 April we were ordered to line up in a dry creek bank. We lined out along the creek bank. As I looked up and down the dry creek bed ... I was struck by this thin green line of soldiers ... it was looking very much like a scene from an old World War I movie, with the troops lined up in the trenches waiting to go over the top to attack Jerry.

Then the order came along the line ... "Fix bayonets!". Get stuffed ... someone has been watching too many old war movies. I carried a diamond point Puma hunting Bowie and most of the blokes carried similar knives ... no bloody bayonets. We all pulled out our hunting knives, machetes, pocket knives etc ... and tried to stick them on the end of our rifles. If there were any Nogs left in the bunker system they must have wondered what all the laughing was all about coming from the dry creek bed.

The next order sobered us up .."Forward!"

So it was over the top and advancing in a straight line toward the bunker system. Suddenly trees starting fall around us ... they had the tanks following us.
"Hey Dixie, how come the tanks are behind us?" someone yelled out.
"Cause they cost more to replace than us, keep moving!"
The trees at this moment represented our biggest danger, so we broke into a jog heading into the bunker system.

We met the first bunker and attacked at a flat run. Now we were operating more in our comfort zone ... moving from cover to cover. Woody & Boodgie went around the back of their bunker and jumped in. They hit the ground on their knees with weapons covering the inside of the bunker ... but it was empty. Wary of booby traps C Coy moved around the bunker system. We found plenty of evidence of the fierce fighting, bloodied bandages, bits of body parts etc, but no enemy ... they had cleared out while we were sitting on that bloody hill.

There were 32 bunkers in the system covering an area 350 by 200 metres.