Anzac

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ANZACS are the bravest thing GOD ever made.
Lest we forget.
Trevor

[NatGav]

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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[rossbarb]

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

[Chippy76]

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

[Hairs]

Hi Barb,
I agree with Chippy.
Well said mate.
 

[flamingo]

 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..

[Sir Kev + Darkie]

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

[Stan Bryant]

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

[MarkUnit]

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