Our downunder friend Scottie shares this memory of three Americans in his band of brothers and of bonds that stretch across an ocean and a lifetime.

I’ll be thinking of the American boys I fought beside and there were quite a few. Three of ‘em in particular who I used to refer to as Harry 1, Harry 2 & Duck. Three idiots who knew how to play poker and strip me of my rations, but who would also throw themselves in front of you to keep a man safe so he could get his job done. All of them honourable and steadfast.

My heart goes out to those boys who were never short of cigarettes for God’s sake!