In civilian life, back before the war, Harry Dalziel was a humble young railway worker from Cairns, up Queensland way.

“You’ll need to get out the band when I come back," he’d told his mother before leaving, so certain was he that he would make his mark, and he certainly looks the part.

Private Henry "Harry" Dalziel.

For, here in France, his Digger mates called him “Two Guns Harry” for the fact that, although it is not regulation, he insists on carrying two revolvers in his belt – a Luger and a Colt. The problem is that right now, in these early days of July 1918, he’s just a bloody transport driver, spending his time with wagons and horses.

On July 3, though, his luck changes. They are looking for volunteers to join the big stunt on tonight. Within minutes, Dalziel is reporting to the quartermaster and being issued with rifle and ammunition, and sure enough, at 3am the following morning, he takes his place with the best of the 15th Battalion, as shells start to rain down on the German line in the exploding darkness, just ahead.