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“Anzac Day, it happened this way”.
I remember her now, every Anzac Day,
a sacred day I cannot. celebrate.
She was his wife, only seventeen.
He was just 19, their lives had just begun,
She jumped into his grave,
She kept screaming out his name,
She hugged his coffin and wouldn’t let go,
They pulled her out, screaming in pain.
She screamed, I’ll love you…forever.
As we pulled the trigger and fired, time and again.
She jumped into his grave, screaming out his name,
She hugged his coffin and wouldn’t let go,
They pulled her off his coffin, screaming in pain.
She screamed, I’ll love you…forever, I’ll never let go.
As we pulled the trigger, and fired time again.
He died in agony, blood, guts, gore.
He died for politicians’ egos, and lies, he
died in agony, in pain, screaming,
begging Jesus, and calling her name.
I've lost my religion, a religion called war.
The Army gave him a number,
and took away his name.
The padre spoke the eulogy.
I baptized him, I married him. Now, I must bury him.
I cannot imagine her pain.
But we all loved Jesus?
as we loaded our rifles, and it started to rain.
and fired into the air, time and time again.
she screamed in terror and cried out in pain.
I'm such an ******* I can’t remember his name.
After the service, the mourners had gone.
But still,
She laid on his grave digging away, screaming,
I’ll love you…forever, I’ll never let go.
• This is non-fiction it happened that way.
Across troop ship bow the cliffs drew nearer
and into harm’s way mighty battalions drove -
men and mule upon cold waves of terror
stormed the beachhead landings on Anzac Cove.
The digger Dogs of War unleashed again
an Expeditionary Force by sea,
in hallowed ground of brave infantrymen
lie the bones of Empires in Gallipoli.
Great southern blue, red and white standard stars
in battle hymn out of Commonwealth port,
where the flame of liberty fiercely chars
every bleeding heart whose sons fell and fought.
A hundred years ago soldiers in a world at war
battled on a foreign shore
for King ‘n Country, God ‘n Corps.
The battle was lost, the Great War won,
their sacrifice laid bare, their duty done.
We march at dawn for mate and vet
and to remember the fallen Lest We Forget!
Sappers, farmers, salesmen, drovers and clerks -
young men and boys their slouch hats wore,
and in steep gullies and ravines fought the Turks
like when on the velt they fought the Boer.
In muddy trench and bunker riflemen joining
charged the lines on Ottoman ancient land,
loud shellfire through dead night and dawning
fell in great battle Anzac’s finest stand!
On Lone Pine, Dead Man’s Ridge, Chunuk Bair
the battlefield told a colony’s tale,
beyond those cliffs soon would her bugles blare
in Palestine, Fromelles and Passchendaele.
A hundred years ago soldiers in a world at war
battled on a foreign shore
for King ‘n Country, God ‘n Corps.
The battle was lost, the Great War won,
their sacrifice laid bare, their duty done.
We march at dawn for mate and vet
and to remember the fallen Lest We Forget!
Raise the flag and let us honour the slew
whose battle is over - the glory and the ghost
of those men of valour in distant graves who
stood their ground and stood their post!
Written: April 2015
Twenty twenty oh...The virtue and trite.' Sky
ABC..9 and 7 all channelling, smiles bright similar to those fixed on cadavers? A sign of past times. Yet like a bell without chimes, and the adverts for free burgers mate they were also free.' Have snack be a
Hero.' Maybe you'll get world status..Maybe? Appealling to our best was
The worst they could due.' Meanwhile orders from switzerland..Well they were in train too.' Just not being announced although long arrived.' That come twenty twenty three would make it a test for some to survive..yet back to the ( tickers ) on the
Bottom of TV screens the posturing the
sense of ' International co-hession' how
Would our Aussie be seen.? Andrew Bolt he was a bold one Ben Fordham and more
I didn't hear much on Lawsy..Then we lost
Him for sure.' Mark Hobart a honest Doctor
And others of note, took the hits raised theirconcerns and Did Nick Patterson get some flack.. Now the heros are visible
At home and worldwide Novac of the
Tennis court.' Though they locked him inside.' Then the emails got opened and
The planes came into land.' Agenda twenty
Thirty..And primarily aimed at our land.' You see we were..We were.' The beacon they had to put out..' a good living free
Nation ' the world aspired to our ethos' without a doubt.' And we being far enough away ( could be a seeding ground?) A place of reason and re-grouping for when
They brought the curtains down.. Now bloody wake up Australia.' Get out on the streets, get to the tent citys get your people
Back on their feet.' You should listen to Bosi.' Though he's not right on everything
And Scottys another.' Hey just give them a
Ring.' Get into your ANZAC.' and humanity
Again.' You will find there the anti-dote
For this clearly induced pain.'
APoem For ANZAC Day
25 April 2015
One hundred years on and
Old enemies are now friends
So often the way of the world
After conflicts ends.
And that War
To End All Wars
Just laid the foundations
For so many more.
From Suvla Bay to Basra,
To our modern days,
The world remains ruled by
Ever more aggressive ways.
Do the shades of the fallen
From a Valhalla somewhere
Look at the turning world
And sigh with despair.
Was their sacrifice wasted:
Were any lessons learned;
Did the people benefit
From any victory earned.
Do they draw the curtains
Shut out the view
Very little changes
Very little is new.
One hundred years further on
A very different where and when
May greet those restless shades
With curtains drawn back again:
A new world maybe emerged
With conflicts all long done,
That War To End All wars
Having finally been won.
I hasd the honour of reading this to the congregation at the ANZAC Day Rembrance Service in Hull 2015. The Australian High Commissioner and a Senior AAF were in attendance. It was written fr the occasion
If I am forgotten
I want you to know
as the blinding light of summer
turns to fall,
a shimmer,
daffodils turn to seed,
drifting on the breeze
I am walking to forget you
another part of me
runs eternity to forgive you,
once I was within
thee a breath of life
binding our blood
your joy was my blessing
your sadness, shared
Anzac and incense
my sense of you,
whenever the terror of night
grips me,
thoughts wander to safer times
sleeping back to back with you
bright red tartan splashes my memories
huddled in linen castles,
our torches held high
searchlights to adventure
you taught me to walk
maybe even talk
and then one day you forgot me
if I am forgotten
I want you to know
far and wide my travels
have taken me walkabout,
but I never could forget you
an angel stands under a lonely pine
showing the way to the lost souls
the ones
who innocently answered the king’s call
and now
flags fly half mast
for those that no-more stand
buried in some far off
foreign land
the pipes call out to the brave
and the angel tells us
never to forget
and
that her spirit lives in so many souls
the black
the young
and inside
the bold
we must never forget our fathers of old
and of their stories they made
and then told
stories of mateship
amongst the bold
mateship that was
never lost
never sold
so now we all step as one
together side by side
together the strong
the young
and
the old
metal gleaming
worn with
so much
pride
while skywards heads
are held
held up high
hope sparkle inside youthful eyes
that today’s leaders will never ask them
to also
make this ultimate
sacrifice
or that history books never
show them as a generation
that was bought
and sold
so we sing the lament of grace
telling us of the will of the brave
of honor
courage
and the ultimate sacrifice
catch phrases
and words used
on this cloudy
Autumn day
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**The above is written about a march on ANZAC day, ANZAC day is a day of reflection to those that gave the ultimate sacrifice in war. It`s a day that is best known to Australian`s and New Zealander`s.
The Broken Soldier
An old man
Over a hundred years old
Laying in a bed
His mind travels back to a time
He lived a life no one had to live
An ANZAC storming the shores of Turkey
An unknown place called Gallipoli
He watched s his friends died on the beach
His brothers died fighting in the trenches
Blood flowing in rivers
Soldiers running across acres of the dead
While officers hide miles away
Sleeping in the wet trench
He cried a tear for every ANZAC who fell
That time affected him
Seeing so much pain and death
He was never again quite right
The boy as gone
All that was left was a broken soldier
With memories he should not have
Even today
A century later
He still remembers
He has shed a billion tears
But when he dies, he will be happy
He will be with his friends and brothers
Once again, laughing and drinking beer in the pub
And he will be happy
Australian and New Zealand Army Corps
Our ANZAC soldiers from the First World War.
Landed at Gallipoli on April Twenty-Five,
1915 was the year, at dawn when they arrived.
Their task to storm the beach, was thwarted by the Turks
Who laid in wait with loaded guns, and then they went berserk.
Before the ANZACS reached the shore, many had been killed
Others made it onto land, but to the bone were chilled.
Anzac Cove became their base, in dug out trenches lived
In mud and squalor, rats, and filth, but never would give in.
For months on end, fought tooth and nail, their goal to just survive
And for each other every day, prayed they would stay alive.
Eight months their campaign met a stalemate, neither side won out
Both sides of war lost many men; a truce then came about.
Evacuations sent them home, though weary, filled with pride
Because they knew each soldier there, stood proudly side by side.
And as the ANZAC legends grow, we will remember them
We bow our heads, in silent prayer, for all those brave dear men.
The Last Post then reminds us all, of what was sacrificed
So, we can live in peace because, they paid the highest price.
Christine 25/4/2026
Lest We Forget
on the first day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the second day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
two vegemite sangers, and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the third day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
three meat pies , two vegemite sangers, and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the fourth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
four anzac bikkies, three meat pies , two vegemite sangers, and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the fifth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
five snags on the barbie, four anzac bikkies, three meat pies , two vegemite sangers and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the sixth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
six lamington squares, five snags on the barbie, four anzac bikkies, three meat pies , two vegemite sangers, and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
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aussie slang explanations:
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pavlova-meringue based dessert
sanger-sandwich
bikkie-biscuit
barbie-barbecue
snags-sausages
lamington-squares of butter cake or sponge cake coated in an outer layer of chocolate sauce and rolled in desiccated coconut
..they were sent by those
who sat upon pedestals so high
whose life was sheltered and dry
and saw the new days bright shining light
and they were the ones...
who kept their hands fresh and clean
by sending others to do their evil bidding
in a another's land, a land far from home
no...they were not the ones
who saw a sea ebb and flow...red
and watched as the tide washed up broken bodies
climbed the cliffs as hell rained down from above
who watched as the blood poured
from the lifeless bodies of their mates
no...they were not the ones
who waited for the dreaded whistle blow
the sound that could signal the end of your days
and trotted through the blood soaked mud
thinking your next step could be your last
no...they were not the ones
who saw summer be replace by winterr
lived in the muddy trenches of hell
wearing the wet and cold as a second skin
smelling death and fending off cat sized rats
saw the mundane days became a war within a war
no...they weren't the one's...
and...they were not the ones...
who woke screaming at night
drenched in sweat
reliving their journeys through hell
had the vacant stare
with a tremor tortured body
a young life taken by a hidden plague
no...they did not...
forged a new culture for a nation
be written into folklore
and be called
courageous
valiant
heroes
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remembering the ANZAC`s...lest we forget