Now the battalion of Oueenslanders has come in and the day of the advance to Kankiryo Saddle is almost here. You settle in with your company on the razorback leading to the two forward pimples. The ridge falls away in sheer declivities and the top is, in places, no more than a few inches wide. The forward platoon holds a sand-bagged sniper's post and beyond that the Japs hold Intermediate Pimple and Green Sniper Pimple. There is no way of advance along the top.
Men can move only in single file where the path is so narrow.
You must lie under the drizzling sky and the thin whine of shells, cursing the enemy and finding bitter joy in the dull detonations you can hear. The time of waiting has been so long . . . It's an evil word. You hadn't thought that before, but you see it now. Yesterday the move along the right flank had begun.