East Timor 1999 to 2013 East Timor Jungle Hills We flew in over Timor’s hills, The sun just breaking through, With packs and rifles on our backs, And a job we had to do. The streets were quiet, eyes were sharp, The scars of war still fresh, But every step we took out there Was to keep the peace in check. The kids would grin and wave at us, Some shy, some bold and free, And we’d share a laugh or a chocolate bar — Just mateship, plain as could be. The nights were dark, the jungle close, You’d hear

6.1K views · 140 reactions | Ohin loron, iha aniversáriu INTERFET ba...