To claim that Bob experienced no deep night of the soul would confound moralists and theologians, but perhaps the truth lies at the bottom of a well. Bob would have agreed that at least it lay at the bottom of a bottle.
Robert Cowan Mackie was born sometime after the end of World War I on one of the Scottish islands to people of good Presbyterian stock. Soon after his family emigrated to South Australia.
It would be an understatement to say Bob had come a long way since his 6th Division days in Greece and then in Papua New Guinea during World War II.
The highlight of the Greek campaign for Bob was making love – if that is not a too elaborate a word to describe what went on – with a Greek girl within sight of the Acropolis.
Whatever Bob’s faults, many people agreed that his attraction lay in the way he squandered the treasure of life with seeming disregard for the future.