So this weekend, it was Victory in the Pacific Day (formerly known as Victory over Japan Day—gotta love political hijackings). Being it’s the 60th anniversary, they decided Canberra can celebrate all weekend, so yesterday morning I decided to do a bit of a recon mission to pick a few choice positions from which to do my shots of the various aircraft, as well as the fireworks and dump and burn by a pair of F-111’s that would round out the show.
In one of the car parks, a small depot had been established for all the old army vehicles, the names of which I still don’t know, but most were certainly vehicles that would look out of place on any civilian road. As I passed, one of the old jeeps was being push started by a crew of men dressed in army uniforms, who on closer inspection were probably older than the jeep. As the jeep’s motor turned over and belched a cloud of blue smoke, the men doing the push hobbled to a stop.
At that point the thought just popped into my head—it’s like a scene from Dad’s Army.