My mother tells me my grandfather was one of the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels.
That’s all I know of the story so far, apart from what is in the Australian War Memorial Records, and written by the army or historians.
There is so much history that could have been written but might forever be lost.
So we search for fragements in the often faded memories of those relatives who spoke to the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels.
Must we then imagine their stories from these public records, and photographs, where so many faces seem to be from the village of my grandfather.
Will some historians who want written records, and identify verification from the photographs, discount our hand-me-down fragments and pieced together tales?
I am touched when a friend of mine says her grandfather was an Australian on that trails.
Maybe our grandfathers met each other.
We will never now.
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