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    ANZAC Day

    I saw a kid marchin’ with medals on his chest.

    He marched alongside Diggers marching six abreast.

    He knew that it was ANZAC Day - he walked along with pride.

    He did his best to keep in step with the Diggers by his side.

    And when the march was over the kid was rather tired.

    A Digger said “Whose medals, son?” to which the kid replied:

    “They belong to daddy, but he did not come back.

    He died up in New Guinea on a lonely jungle track”.

    The kid looked rather sad then and a tear came to his eye.

    The Digger said “Don’t cry my son and I will tell you why.

    Your daddy marched with us today - all the blooming way.

    We Diggers know that he was there - it’s like that on ANZAC Day”.

    The kid looked rather puzzled and didn’t understand,

    But the Digger went on talking and started to wave his hand.

    “For this great land we live in, there’s a price we have to pay

    For we all love fun and merriment in this country where we live.

     

    The price was that some soldier his precious life must give.

    For you to go to school my lad and worship God at will,

    Someone had to pay the price so the Diggers paid the bill.

    Your daddy died for us my son - for all things good and true.

     

    I wonder if you understand the things I’ve said to you”.

    The kid looked up at the Digger - just for a little while

    And with a changed expression, said, with a lovely smile:

    “I know my dad marched here today - this is ANZAC Day.

    I know he did. I know he did, all the bloomin’ way”.

    D. Hunter

    (A veteran of Shaggy Ridge with the 2/12 Battalion in WW2)

    There are lots of very moving poems on ANZAC Day but, as I am watching the procession, I thought I'd share this one.

     

    ​Lest we forget.

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    Guest Guest75

    Respect...

     

    ​I was just going to post "Lest We Forget"

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    Once the world was young and gay

    Once there was no yesterday

    Now the the world is old and sad

    But cannot take what we have had

    What a pity what a shame

    War must take the major blame.

     

     

    Found this on the back of a photo that always hung on the wall in my grandmothers house. its dated 1935 and is of my grandmother and grandfather(KIA) in uniform with my father as a baby.

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    Guest Guest11535

    They shall not grow old, as those who are left grow old.......lest we forget.

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