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The Rock-itt : April 2010
We Care These days I'm old and weak, a burnt out remnant from a war I did my best to serve my country; I'm tired and weary to the core There's no feeling in certain places, but it's my cross, no one can tell Yet every day with each sunrise, in my mind I relive a human hell But every year I hold my head high when I march on Anzac Day And for mates who are no longer here, I get down on knees and pray We fought and bled together, gave our youth and lives, oh what a cost I still remember those young faces and how so many lives were lost. It's nice to get together with old cobbers when we March on Anzac Day Reminisce old times and laugh at the fact that we're still around today Rosemary and flowers placed on shrines, the pain of the past we share Pay homage to those who died so bravely, let them know we really care. Tony Nero when I drive to the beach when I drive to the beach I pass signs of places that sound familiar Gallipoli, Lone Pine, Pozieres, Dardanelles great battles once But now, just the name of a street with rows of little fibro shacks Some owned by young couples or just renting, starting out in life with kids and dogs. small boys with footballs chasing girls across the lawns mum and dad out the back having a drink beside the pool enjoying life. We've got it easy now but 1914 is a different story it was a hard life back then, tough, some would say. not like now, freedom unquestioned democracy unchallenged. how could that be, why are we so lucky what made the difference well I think I know Our soldiers our diggers, fathers and grandfathers Sacrificed for us, for their families for the lives we lead now They banded together as mates, brother and brother Father and son they all joined up volunteers they were young and brave But they would never be the same Some would not return the ones that did would be damaged and broken Their lives changed forever and their families paying the cost. And all we can do is thank them Thank them for their sacrifice life goes on now thanks to those brave men and now when I pass those signs on the way to the beach I remember my grandfather John Imber SANANANDA: New Guinea Christmas 1942 A Soldier's Dream of Home There is tonight, as always, the anxious urge to sleep. The ceaseless strain The day's ration of dread Make me relieved to creep To merciful oblivion and escape Where my thoughts patrol A much southern strand Beyond the clutch of Guineas green katep Where 'Duty's Glory' ceases to be grand With hesitant, and yet expectant, step In my dream, I walk again The paths of my boyhood; I stand outside my beloved home; I yearn to enter To see my mother once more; And yet I fear; Idonotwanttobeseen She may think me dead My body lies crouched in a muddy hole, far away Fearing the sudden soft rush of shell Which will see me home forever And yet I will live on, I know To live and to love-and be loved And perhaps to bear When the horror is all gone And only the dreams endure To torment the nights Colin Selby Too Young What do you do with a mother's heart When her son exists no more? What do you do with a mother's love When he lays dead on a foreign shore? I bare the guilt, I should have thought I realise now it was my fault All the tears in heaven won't take away the pain All the love in my heart won't bring him back again. Toallhewasahero,buttomehe was my son No one wins in war. Evelyn Imber