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We served in a country I’d never heard
of before,
Both Nasho’s and Reg’s, in an unpopular war.
From all walks of life, such an unlikely meld,
But the ANZAC tradition was proudly upheld.
The Domino theory was foremost in my
thoughts,
To save our families, that’s why we fought.
Our government told us to fight brave and hard,
For your love of Australia, “Don’t give a yard”.
Though few were married at such tender
age,
We knew love for our parent’s, for the enemy, rage.
We returned to this country, unchanged by the war,
But our faces belied the disappointment we wore.
Some didn’t return from that country in
strife,
At an age they should have been enjoying life.
We spent months in the mud and rain, hard to see,
Searching for an enemy, wherever they be.
There was no welcome home, no “well done
boy’s”,
Just a life we had left, all the regular noise.
Some have suffered the trauma, as most of us know,
Other’s more fortunate, resisting the blow.
We were young fighting proudly for the
country we love,
Along with our mates, praying to God above,
Ever mindful that next it could be our turn,
Now many years later, what did we learn?
Organisations for veteran’s of earlier
times,
Rejected and scoffed, “you’re out of your minds”.
My question to veteran’s of previous wars:
Was my enemy’s bullet less deadly than yours? |
