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They shall grow not 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.
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+1.
-Matto
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Greater Love Hath No Man
Lest We Forget
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It shouldn't be 1 day but within every day we live .As they gave for us so we to them unknown the ultimate sacurfise
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X2
Jon
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Lest we forget ...
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Jamie that is the MOST sensible thing i have heard you say , how are you keeping i was down your way a month age ,i should have called you cheers young fella Graham
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lest we forget.
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X2 for those that have fallen
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X2 for those that are standing on the wall tonight some where in the world, so tomorrow we are still here and free
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X2 well said everyone
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I got asked today why we still have a public holiday for ANZAC Day:
Australian population 1914-1918: four million
416, 809 Australians enlisted for service in the First World War, representing 38.7% of the total male population aged between 18 to 44.
At end of war:
Outcome Number affected
died 58,961
wounded 166,811
missing or prisoners of war 4,098
suffered from sickness 87,865
At almost 65%, the Australian casualty rate (proportionate to total embarkations) was the highest of the war.
http://www.awm.gov.au/encyclopedia/enlistment/ww1.asp (http://www.awm.gov.au/encyclopedia/enlistment/ww1.asp)
That's a bit of a dent in a generation in anyone's books, and I think is worthy of taking a day to remember.
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Lest we forget
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Our National Anthem says: "Australians let us rejoice, for we are young and free ..."
and we are young and free because of the sacrifices made by our service men and women who have paid the supreme sacrifice in far off distant lands.
RIP Australia's true Heros.
LEST WE FORGET
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Quote; All of the above
Lest We Forget :cheers:
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Amen
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We will remember them.
Lest we forget.
(as an aside, great turn out at the Nebo dawn service this morning, fantastic to see services getting bigger every year)
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G'day Guys and Gals
Just got back from dawn service here in Tully.
Great turnout also :cup:
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to many people have the public holiday off....hit the sauce and play two up...without remembering what the day stands for....
Lest We Forget
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A daughter's shining star.......author unknown.
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mummy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn't there.
'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mum.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share chocolate sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll be forever in my heart'
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
'I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he would be here,
But heaven's just too far.
You see, he was an Aussie soldier
And died, just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught Australians to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
'I know you're with me Daddy,'
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a beautiful pink fragrant long-stemmed rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven's never too far.
Lest We Forget.
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Beautiful poem sir kev
They shall grow not 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.
Couple of beers today and a good old war movie...:)
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Thank you to every one who remembers our servicemen & women.
As a returned sreviceman I am one of the lucky ones.
I was in action in Nam and lost 2 close friends,
I WILL FOREVER REMEMBER THEM
LEST WE FORGET
STAN
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Lest we forget ........
But let's not forget all of the human life lost to WAR :-[
yogi
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Sir Kev , What a moving poem, it brought a tear to my eye. Thank you for sharing.
Stan, Yes you are one of the lucky ones, but in my fridge there is always a cold beer for you! I have the utmost respect, and time for any service man or woman. Either passed, returned or currently serving. I take my hat off to you.
Attended 3 services today. Dawn service amidst eery fog, the local town service, and the larger march and service of a near by town. Each very moving, and different to the last. My 4 year old marched with me and the RSL blokes. Swinging his arms like a pocket watch, and stomping like the floor was covered in ants. lol In his own way he is proud of my service, and he loves marching with me. I hope everyone has enjoyed their day! :D
LEST WE FORGET!
Cheers Chippy :D
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I knew a bloke once when I was a kid, who always bought me a sarsaparilla when I attended our local bowls club with my parents. He always sat me on his knee and told me stories whilst I drank that sarsaparilla. I looked forward to his stories, that drink and the cuddle I knew I would get when it came time to go home. One day, he presented me with a cut stone in a clear box and told me that I deserved it for putting up with his lousy stories and that I could do with it as I chose.
Many years later when my parents knew I would understand, I was told he was a POW at Changi. I know I can never understand what sort of suffering he may have gone through in that prison, but I now have a very good idea of the conditions they lived in. :'(
I still have that cut stone and each year I buy a Poppy and remember Him.
Kit_e
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Yeah Cheers Kev.
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ANZACS are the bravest thing GOD ever made.
Lest we forget.
Trevor
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my partner is sitthing here in his army greens, drinking a beer watching all the services world wide...not only for his time and his friends, but for his father and grandfather...
fresh anzac biscutis from the oven, remembering and being in the moment...
lest we forget
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I am sitting here with tears streaming down my face after reading the poem. Thinking that could easily have been my two granddaughters in the little girls place. Instead they get to play with him when he is home, sometimes he has short temper and I have to hold my tongue and not comment as I have no idea what my beautiful son has witnessed. he has always been a person who would do things such as wash his crippled grandfather and willingly push him up the street in his wheelchair choosing to ignore the comments from other young men, so I should not be surprised that he will put his life on the line for others. he is only one of many who leave theri new born children and families to go overseas for others. We watch him leave again on Monday for another overseas deployment.
Let us remember all our men and women who leave our shores on deployment as they and their families suffer in many different ways.
Barb
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Barb,
we all wish your son safe travels, and our thoughts will be with him until his safe return.
He is a true hero, and in my opinion, nothing is greater than a man (or woman) who is willing to serve their country without question.
Cheers Chippy :D
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Hi Barb,
I agree with Chippy.
Well said mate.
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I go to a dawn service every year.Its the least i can do, I thank the men and women who serve this great country and to those who paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedom we have...Lest we forget..
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Bear Witness
I am a mother of a soldier
When he cries out in pain
Please hold his hand for me
When he cries out my name
I am a father of a soldier
I've watch him grow tall and strong
Fight for him for me
'til you send him along
I am the wife of a soldier
to whom he means everything
Peace, comfort and healing
To his side are the gifts you bring
I am a husband of a sailor
Caught in this distant land
Be there for my wife when she needs you
In that place of sand
I am a daughter of a soldier
One he bounced on his knee
Look after this man, this stranger
But one that I call daddy
I am the son of an airman
I watched him step on that plane
I know you will help heal him
I know you will help ease his pain
I am the sister of two service members
My playmates of early years
Take care of them for me
As I fight back my own tears
I am the brother of a soldier
We used to play and fight
I ask now that you fight for him
Watch over him 'til morns first light
I am the best friend of a soldier
Closer than any could be
If he is there with you
Please stand by him for me
I am the platoon mate of a soldier
With him in this fight
I know you will watch over him
You stand sentry tonight
You stand sentry over the wounded
In a hospital or in the field
You stand where we would if we could
You begin to help them heal
You serve the Canadian Soldier
Carried stretchers in different lands
You bear witness to his pain
And reach out a comforting hand
You have been there on the battlefield
Seen what no one should see
You fight the greatest battle
To bring my soldier home to me
I am a Canadian Soldier
I was wounded in this land
I am glad you are here with me
Beside me you take your stand
You fixed my broken body
Bore witness to my pain
Its etched on the canvas of your soul
Like me, you'll never be the same
I reach out my hand with my sons and daughters
With my partner, sister and mother too
With the pride of my father, brother and friends
To thank you each for what you do
To those of you who bear witness
Who would hold a soldier's hand
There is no greater gift
To give the families of this land
Dedicated to those who serve
By Debbie Pynn
Cheers Kev
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I am a returned serviceman, [Nam] and I came home with a couple of extra holes, lol.
I also came home to a vry hostile reception.
I makes me feel a whole lot better to read that people now appreciate what me and my mates went through.
Cheers Stan
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I've not long returned from an amazing, career highlight trip from France and Belgium. I am a current serving RAAF member who was chosen to be part of the burial party that re-interned one of our lost Spitfire pilots (SGT Bill Smith) from WWII. He was shot down over Northern France in 1942, and was only found mid-last year. It was a remarkable privilege to be part of this ceremony, and to meet his younger brother Bert, and his family. I'm getting chills again typing this!
If that wasn't enough, I was able to stay in France for ANZAC Day ceremonies at Villers-Bretonneux and Bullecourt. The experience of being part of the Dawn service at the Australian memorial is difficult to describe. Humbling, moving, emotional, sad. All of the above plus any number of other emotions. One of the defining memories I will take from that trip is the high regard and respect that the Australian Military still hold in that part of the world. And playing two-up in an Irish pub in Amiens with a Vietnam Vet will stay with me for a long, long time as well.
Lest we forget.
Mark