For the Fallen

For the Fallen
They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest we forget

- Laurence Binyon

At the going down of the sun...

I crouched in a shallow trench on that hell of exposed beaches...
steeply rising foothills bare of cover...
a landscape pockmarked with wars' inevitable litter...
piles of stores... equipment... ammunition...
and the weird contortions of death sculptured in Australian flesh...
I saw the going down of the sun on that first ANZAC Day...
the chaotic maelstrom of Australias' blooding.

I fought in the frozen mud of the Somme...
in a blazing destroyer exploding on the North Sea...
I fought on the perimeter at Tobruk...
crashed in the flaming wreckage of a fighter in New Guinea...
lived with the damned in the place cursed with the name Changi.

I was your mate... the kid across the street... the med. student at graduation...
the mechanic in the corner garage... the baker who brought you bread...
the gardener who cut your lawn... the clerk who sent your phone bill.
I was an Army private... a Naval commander... an Air Force bombardier.
No man knows me... no name marks my tomb,
for I am every Australian serviceman...

I am the Unknown Soldier.

I died for a cause I held just in the service of my land...
that you and yours may say in freedom...

I am proud to be an Australian.

- author unknown

Blessings. I figured I was already a day late, but I guess not, since it's just the 25th here now.

only 7:20pm on the east coast so you made it with time to spare.

Greg Moore

Heh, did they make you watch Mel Gibson in Gallipoli in school? :-)

yes... yes they did. And thanks for bringing that to the front my my mind again after so many years trying to forget :)

Now if they've made us watch Mad Max instead...

Greg Moore

Ha ha. No, I think Gallipoli was better than Mad Max. Just a bit depressing is all, which is to be expected.