Yeah, it was in Malaya,, while my father was in the Police there his duties involved jungle patrols which in turn resulted in an exchange of bullets and grenades between his platoon and the CTs (Communist Terrorists).
He met a few Kiwis which night have influenced his decision to NZ when the fighting stopped.
He always carried more M1 Carbine mags than the average person but in one incident was down to five rounds left when things ‘settled down‘ at an incident.
Those old guys really lived in a way few of us ever will.
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