IN MEMORY OF 
CHRIS SMITH
and Others
By TERRY WELSH

Who’d heard of Malacca or Terendak Camp

Which proved to be hot and terribly damp.

Up country Malaya, 2. 8. Brigade

Cut from the bush and not that long been made.

11 (Independent), at Camp Terendak

Having arrived there, there’s no turning back.

Quickly you realize there are people you know

And adopted the ways we all have to go.

Two and a half years, that passed in a flash

But cause you to smile when you’ve got time to pass.

Officers and ranks who were better than gold

Others would be upset should truth, ever be told.

Entertainment was sparse, with the exception of one

The Naffi, god bless her was the next thing to God.

You entered depressed just like all of the rest

But left full of Tiger with your mates and a jest.

Drinking and singsongs, Beer cans at the fans

Those who were unlucky it would end in a ban,

Ciggies which encouraged the power of flight

Someone did try it, and proved it not right

Then formed the band, the incredible Five

R&B Music for dances, twist and the jive

Chris and young Billy, Steve and then Joe

Dave on the drums and free beers, don’t you know.

Treks up a mountain, but for some was in vain

Jungle navigation which we did again and again.

Mount Ophia, more than1000 meters, a big climb to bear

And why did we do it, Because it was there

For those who have served in her. With us, and past

Will remember that life was a hell of a blast.

For those who have gone to HQ, in the sky

Will be proud we remember, and not question why

A group full of misfit's, most of you still here today

Friendships like these don’t just fade away.

Admired by some, although not in officia

Referred to by brigade, as the RAG ARSE MILITIA.