215637 John Henry Kalma – 1RAR – KIA 19th December 1968

Fifty-Six years ago tomorrow, I lost a very good mate, and the world lost someone truly special. His family lost a beloved son and brother, and I lost a friend who felt more like a brother to me. John was one of a kind—a bit of a rogue with a mischievous streak that could make anyone laugh. Whenever I think of him, a smile inevitably creeps across my face, often accompanied by a chuckle at the memories we shared.

John had a red Triumph Bonneville that he absolutely adored. That bike was more than just a machine to him; it was a part of who he was. He treasured it so much that he would ride it straight into our hut and keep it at the foot of his bed, despite always getting into trouble for it. That was John—unapologetically himself, with a spirit that couldn’t be tamed.

Together, we created so many unforgettable memories, moments that I carry with me to this day. Whether it was our daring escapades or just the way he could light up a room with his infectious laugh, John made life feel like an adventure. His time here was far too short, but in that time, he left an indelible mark on everyone who knew him.

I often think about whether I’ve lived my life in a way that would make him proud. I hope I’ve honoured his memory by living fully, embracing the little joys, and finding laughter even in life’s challenges—just as he always did. John may be gone, but his spirit lives on in my heart and in the stories I share about him.

Here’s to you, John, my mate. You may be gone, but you’ll never be forgotten. ❤️

Bill Charlton wrote this poem about John.

JOHN H KALMA 1RAR

John was only 17 when he enlisted in ’64.

Born in The Hague he arrived here when he was 4.

The 6-foot 4 inch soldier did two tours of Viet Nam.

Nothing ever seemed to faze this young man.

His first tour with 1RAR was 1965-66.

On the second tour in ’68 promotion was in the mix.

He was appointed Lance Corporal in the line.

But on 19th December he was killed by a mine.

The young NCOs luck had finally run out.

He was headed for a fine career of that there is no doubt.

But tomorrow is not promised and to death we all are prone.

There were only 6 more weeks to go before he headed home.

Bill Charlton c 2019