SA
48 posts
In the Morning and at the going down of the Sun
We will remember them
We will remember them (solemn response)
LEST WE FORGET
(Ode of rememberance still relevant)
SA
1622 posts
Its a very special day!!
My Dad served in WW2 as a Lancaster bomb aimer in Bomber command in London and my Grandad served as a stretcher bearer in the trenches in France in WW1 and received the military medal for recovering wounded from no mans land under heavy machine gun fire.
Everyone who served are absolute heros and we owe them more than words can ever express!!
Lest we forget!!
QLD
190 posts
My grandfather fought in the trenches in Galipoli and survived. He was blown out of a trench but his mate who took the blast was lost. I will always remember him with much love, tears and pride.
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning,
we will remember them.
Kody
A very proud Aussie,
so proud of our diggers,
may God bless them all.
QLD
12365 posts
They fought and gave for more than their country. They fought and gave for humanity and FREEDOM. Lest We Forget!
259 posts
Anzac Day is always a busy day in our household as my children play with the community brass band which plays at the various services in our twin towns. Two of the girls have previously been the lone bugaler (is that how its spelled?) at different services. Depite hearing The Last Post played time and time again in the lead up to Anzac Day and Rememberance Day as the girls have practiced and practiced to get it right. I am never prepared and always have goose flesh and lump in my throat when I hear the notes echo out as the sun crests the horizon at dawn.
SA
1622 posts
Found this on another forum and liked it a lot...
The Soldier stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?'
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, my Lord, I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a dollar,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the Saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
