The next thing I knew I found my self in a zoo in Carnarvon surrounded by indignant Koalas. I was so completely hung over that it wasn't until I was almost back to Divisional HQ that I discovered one of the tykes had gone to sleep in my turban. I suppose the Soviet Advisors would require that we take the creature back to the zoo. But, since those guys are all dead.....I guess we can keep him. Now if I can keep the Ghurkas from eating Him we should have a nice docile little pet.
Have been inundated with work and crud from life. Sorry Gary. Will get back to the turn tonight.
