>>1623888Sir George and Major Meredith manned their lone Browning .303 machine gun, staring into the morning mists, waiting for the assault of 30 000 tribal emu fresh from their rampage across the Nullabour plains.
The thunder of feet, the rustle of feathers the 'Greeorp' war cries became over whelming as they charged, drowning out the mutters of 'bloody hell mate' coming from cowering farmers.
THEN in a rattle of gunfire the two heros showed their worth, if not their accuracy, through minutes of withering bullet hail the emus slowed, stopped and then ran away... really fast.
In that wheat field lay only emu dead.
The farmers cheered.
The heroic Australian men dabbed brows.
A nation was born.
Lest we forget.
