It was the dead of night. A guard woke me up and told me to go to Lieutenant Suzuki. I didn't like being called out like this. Had I breached a camp regulation or was he investigating an incident at Changi? I had no idea, knocked anxiously on the commandant’s, door, went in and there by Suzuki was Service Corps Captain Morris Janis who greeted me with a simulated smile. He told me that on our move to the new camp the 100 head of cattle would be accepted there, but someone was needed to supervise the move and had to be selected … I was ordered to do it. My recent anxiety fell away and I felt quite relieved, but this responsibility did not sound like a very pleasant job. It was, I understood, about 100 km to Konkuita. Janis explained that to take cattle on the hoof there would take perhaps ten days and in his opinion it would be a risky operation. He looked earnestly at my expression as he said, ‘You’re a butcher by trade, my friend, so you’ll have to get used to becoming a ‘cowboy’, won't you.’ He well knew my trade and recalled why I had become a Service Corps lieutenant. I undertook to do what he wanted but my feelings had flopped at the realization of what I was being expected to do.