.... my shabby memory has it that the Bren would lurch foward rather than recoil on firing ... my shabby memory.
What I do remember is that two large warbirds stood on the western apron of the east-west runway at Mascot airport. Wellingtons maybe - even Lancasters? Someone else will remember. They were used by fire services for drill exercises. A boy with whom I shared my early school days was the child of a Japanese war bride. When the father of Robert would ocassionially drive us home from school we sometimes would drop in to the airport, where the father had professional business, and the small boys were offered time to scramble through one of the planes. UNBELIEVABLE. What is etched into me is the steely green-grey purposefulness and intent of the austere mechanical workings of this beast.
Only recently I was riding my bike around the airport with a view to do some plane spotting along the southwestern fence line. Within minutes a security vehicle pulled up to usher me along my way. Unfortunately, now, as it needs be.There was a sort of frontiersmanship about Australian life, even for boys, years back, spoken about by someone else on this site recently, that has been lost to the shirt tails of a world stage.
Does anyone else remember these warbirds.