On return to Australia, it was raining in Sydney… they gave a couple of speeches and said: “Righto boys you can go home”. That was it, thank you.
We went back to my brother’s place. I reckon I spent three days at least just standing out in the backyard, thinking: “What am I doing here?” Yesterday you were arse-deep in water, then you’re standing out in a backyard in western Sydney. It can’t be right.
I started to get help for PTSD about six years ago, I had no idea. All those years… eventually locking myself in the house. About 20 years…I was doing everything by phone and fax, and to take my mind off things drinking like a fish, putting on weight. I eventually got out to the Vietnam Vets Association. They welcomed me. I stood up, told them my unit, when and where I was in Vietnam. The more I was out there, whilst it was good, it was reminding me… I stuck that out for five to six years, but I haven’t been out since.