The Way Of The Maori Soldier

Then out of the bushes on my left hand, his rifle slung over one shoulder, strolled Tainui, grinning broadly. "16 Platoon seems to be having a tough time, Sir." He said. "I'll go down and give them a hand?" Down into the midst of that hell's broth he went, and, with others, drove the enemy out.

Bonnie lad! Who but a Highlander or a Maori goes so gladly to the fight?'

A brilliant tale of courage and sacrifice
 

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