Fred Goodare and Ted Shiplick surveying the mess.
These are not happy lads, their home is about to cave in despite their
best efforts. One of the joys of the wet season and basic bunkers. You
were frequently just as wet inside these things during the rain, as you
would be outside. Keeping your gear dry was hopeless, and wearing wet
clothes for days on end the norm. Keeping the fags dry was of vital
importance to most, and your letters from home.
During the typhoon season, usually July and August, many of the
basic bunkers would collapse from the sheer volume of water in the ground.
Men asleep inside were occasionally drowned or suffocated.
(Two different hat styles here, one Yank and the other Oz tin. A US Marine comrade in arms once commented that the RAR wasn't a military unit, it was a herd. Well, this herd had sharp horns.)