lest we forget

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ta guys  

we have 2 big days

ANZAC Day  25/4    and Remembrance Day  or Poppy Day like veterans day over there ( it is not a public holiday though ) is a day to commemorate the sacrifices of members of the armed forces and of civilians in times of war, specifically since the First World War. It is observed on 11 November to recall the end of World War I on that date in 1918. (Major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918   we have  two minutes of silence  at that time ( or those that do I make sure we do at work every time




here is the vid from the Dawn service at Kinglake

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Wow   a Year has gone around fast

ANZAC Tribute

A Poem Worth Reading
 

He was getting old and paunchy
 And his hair was falling fast,
 And he sat around the RSL,
 Telling stories of the past.
 
 Of a war that he once fought in
 And the deeds that he had done,
 In his exploits with his buddies;
 They were heroes, every one.
 
 And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
 His tales became a joke,
 All his mates listened quietly
 For they knew where of he spoke.
 
 But we'll hear his tales no longer,
 For ol' Bob has passed away,
 And the world's a little poorer
 For a Soldier died today.
 
 He won't be mourned by many,
 Just his children and his wife..
 For he lived an ordinary,
 Very quiet sort of life. He held a job and raised a family,
 Going quietly on his way;
 And the world won't note his passing,
 'Tho a Soldier died today.
 
 When politicians leave this earth,
 Their bodies lie in state,
 While thousands note their passing,
 And proclaim that they were great. Papers tell of their life stories
  From the time that they were young
 But the passing of a Soldier
 Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
 
 Is the greatest contribution
 To the welfare of our land,
 Some jerk who breaks his promise
 And cons his fellow man?
 
 Or the ordinary fellow
 Who in times of war and strife,
 Goes off to serve his country
 And offers up his life?
 
 The politician's stipend
 And the style in which he lives,
 Are often disproportionate,
 To the service that he gives.
 
 While the ordinary Soldier,
 Who offered up his all,
 Is paid off with a medal
 And perhaps a pension, small. It's so easy to forget them,
 For it is so many times
 That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
 Went to battle, but we know,
 
 It is not the politicians
 With their compromise and ploys,
 Who won for us the freedom
 That our country now enjoys. Should you find yourself in danger,
 With your enemies at hand,
 Would you really want some cop-out,
 With his ever waffling stand?
 
 Or would you want a Soldier--
 His home, his country, his kin,
 Just a common Soldier,
 Who would fight until the end.
 
 He was just a common Soldier,
 And his ranks are growing thin,
 But his presence should remind us
 We may need his like again. For when countries are in conflict,
 We find the Soldier's part
 Is to clean up all the troubles
 That the politicians start.
 
 If we cannot do him honor
 While he's here to hear the praise,
 Then at least let's give him homage
 At the ending of his days..
 
 Perhaps just a simple headline
 In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,

    A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."   

 
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank cheque made payable to ' Australia ', ' New Zealand ', or any other God fearing country for an amount "up to and including my life".  That is Honour, and there are way too many people in this WORLD who no longer understand it. 
 Pass On The Patriotism!