Besides my rifle and ammunition I had but a blanket, an indispensable mosquito net, one pair of shorts, six tins of emergency rations and quinine. We had no plans, simply orders to make Bulldog on the Lakekamu River in Papua. We reckoned that by following native tracks we would reach a camp or native village each night. I had two packets of razor blades for trade. Further we had heard that the army was establishing a series of camps and food dumps in from Bulldog towards Wau and so we were in good spirits.
Youth refuses to get downhearted.
On the contrary I felt excited. That would mean from coast to coast, as I had walked over the track from Salamaua to Wau too often for comfort. Optimistically I saw myself in Moresby.