Weeks passed. I borrowed a skateboard from a nearby apartment. It was the best fun, skating down Victoria Street, rushing around, dodging pedestrians and cars to catch the 57 tram into the Flinders Street for the Anzac Day ceremonies and March. The conductors or ‘connies’ were out in force. We cautiously dodged a fare evasion. We never paid for trams and were frequently chased by them. We knew all the back streets and alleys. A quick getaway plan was always on the cards.
Scouting around the many groups and war veterans, I was asking around about the Nhill airport when a kind man explained to me there were 35 training bases across Australia in World War II, and Nhill was one of them. He pointed me in the direction of the Royal Australian Air Force squadrons section or commonly known as RAA
