Joined: August 28, 2009, 11:56 am
Last Active: July 29, 2013, 3:22 am
My name is Nehe Rihara Sadlier and Sonny was my father. My dad was a very quiet and unasuming man to the point where nobody really got to hear about his exploits overseas. I remember finding his medal box in his wardrobe and wondering what they meant and it wasn't until I too joined the Green Machine that I realised what they really meant to those old warriors. As a child I can remember him going to work on the Cook County Council on his Bedford truck in the morning and coming home late in the evening. He and his mates Brownie Ngata, Sid Haere, Henry Ruru, Turi Papuni to name a few met up at the pub on saturdays and I have no doubt they remembered their fallen buddies and and those times when they put their lives on the line. Those walks to the pub were well known by the locals who often said "you could set your clocks when your dad walked by". ARMY time. I'm glad I joined the army and followed in his foot steps and witnessed the comradeship and respect of serving. "Lest we forget"