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24th Apr 2004, 16:12
Tomorrow, April 25th is Anzac Day. The following was written by Banjo Paterson as an open letter to the troops in 1915. The poem is titled, "We're All Australians Now."

Australia takes her pen in hand,
To write a line to you,
To let you fellows understand,
How proud we are of you.

From shearing shed and cattle run,
From Broome to Hobsons Bay,
Each native-born Australian son,
stands straighter up today.

The man who used to "hump his drum",
On far-out Queensland runs,
Is fighting side by side with some
Tasmanian farmer's sons.

The fisher-boys dropped sail and oar
To grimly stand the test,
Along that storm-swept Turkish shore,
With miners from the west.

The old state jealousies of yore
Are dead as Pharaoh's sow,
We're not State children any more
We're all Australians now!

Our six-starred flag that used to fly,
Half-shyly to the breeze,
Unknown where older nations ply
Their trade on foreign seas,

Flies out to meet the morning blue
With Vict'ry at the prow;
For that's the flag the Sydney flew,
The wide seas know it now!

The mettle that a race can show
Is proved with shot and steel,
And now we know what nations know
And feel what nations feel.

The honoured graves beneath the crest
Of Gaba Tepe hill,
May hold our bravest and our best,
But we have brave men still.

With all our petty quarrels done,
Dissensions overthrown,
We have, through what you boys have done,
A history of our own.

Our old world diff'rences are dead,
Like weeds beneath the plough,
For English, Scotch, and Irish-bred,
They're all Australians now!

So now we'll toast the Third Brigade,
That led Australia's van,
For never shall their glory fade
In minds Australian.

Fight on, fight on, unflinchingly,
Till right and justice reign.
Fight on, fight on, till Victory
Shall send you home again.

And with Australia's flag shall fly
A spray of wattle bough,
To symbolise our unity,
We're all Australians now.

Lest we forget.

24th Apr 2004, 16:26
Lest we forget indeed. I visited the War Memorial in Hyde Park, Sydney a couple of years ago. Very moving. God bless them one and all. All can give a little, a little give all.


24th Apr 2004, 16:45
For those that haven't tried them,


1 cup rolled oats
3/4 cup desiccated coconut
1 cup plain flour
1 cup sugar
125g (4oz) butter
2 tablespoons golden syrup
1/2 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
1 tablespoon water

Preheat oven to 300F (150C)

Mix oats, flour, sugar and coconut together.
Melt syrup and butter together.
Mix soda with boiling water and add to melted butter and syrup.
Add to dry ingredients.
Place 1 tablespoonfuls of mixture on greased tray (allow room for spreading).
Bake for 20 minutes.
Loosen while warm, cool on trays.
(makes about 35)

Lon More
24th Apr 2004, 20:55
Blue Diamond Eric bogle , emigrated from Scotland in the 1970s, wrote the moving The Band Played Waltzing Mathilda as well as a number of songs about the Vietnam War

24th Apr 2004, 22:38
I'll remember the sacrifice of our Antipodean friends tomorrow.

After another thread about the song mentioned in the previous post I got hold of a copy and found it very powerful.

It's sad but true that war is an inevitable by-product of human nature and those Ozzies and Kiwis of the two world wars gave their lives fighting for our freedom and for that I'll be grateful.


24th Apr 2004, 22:42
"And their ghosts may be heard, as you walk past that billabong,

You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

Rest in peace Grandad

25th Apr 2004, 00:55
My elder son got to lead the Anzac Day parade in Surfers Paradise (driving a Mini-Moke) back in 1996, and he was only a backpacker then. The story and reason behind this is too long to go into, suffice to say the local Anzac Club took him to their hearts, and he in turn embraced Oz and all those who live in that wonderful country. He returned to Queensland as soon as possible after spending just enough time back in UK to convince himself that Surfers was a better bet than Manchester. Before leaving he met and married a Queenslander (in Blackpool) and is now a very contented policeman giving back a little to the community who gave us a lot. Thanks Australia and New Zealand.

25th Apr 2004, 01:06
I'm just home from the Perth Dawn Service. It was meaningful and moving, as ever.

Lest we forget.

25th Apr 2004, 04:47
But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.

Lest We Forget.

25th Apr 2004, 05:42
Someday, no one will march there at all.

It makes one proud to know that the above line will not happen.

More and more younger people are marching for relatives that are no longer with us.

My son who is 20 years old gives his time freely to the "Air Cadets", marches out of respect for all fallen "Diggers". As long as we have young people like him the sacrifice made by all the service men / women will never be fogotten

Lest we forget

25th Apr 2004, 06:27
"Thousands of Australians defied the government's travel advice and headed to Anzac Cove, Gallipoli, where the Turkish government has deployed hundreds of soldiers to guard the area...."

Lest we forget

25th Apr 2004, 07:31
More and more younger people are marching for relatives that are no longer with us.

So very true, maflsc. They wear their parents' or grandparents' medals with great pride and march with the veterans and present-day military in a heart-warming unity of generations.

Today I took my little nephew to his first Anzac parade. At six years old he has little concept of "war" and I hope he never gets to experience it first hand. He understands that we do this to remember brave men and women who made it possible for us to have the wonderful life we enjoy here in Oz.

He loved the fly-past of the four PC9s and stood silent and attentive for the Last Post and two minutes' silence, attracting approving looks from two very old and medal-covered War Vets seated in a nearby army vehicle. He was too shy to go and say hello to them, being perhaps more than a little in awe of their venerable presence but he exchanged smiles with them instead.

He has asked me to take him again next year but wants me to "get him a plant to wear like everyone else" ... the sprigs of rosemary for remembrance.

25th Apr 2004, 10:29
Hard to believe it was a year ago since us in the coalition joined our Australian colleagues at a dawn service whilst at al-Udeid AB, Qatar. My first ANZAC day parade as a Brit with it being both memorable and moving. So, in honour of those men and women thorughout time i salute you and let NO-ONE ever forget the sacrifices that have being given.........


25th Apr 2004, 17:01
I took some Anzac biscuits to a gathering of PPRuNers in Somerset yesterday.
A couple of guys joked, "oh is this to celebrate the slaughter of some Aussies?"
I replied, "At least the Aussies (and New Zealanders) turned up."

Lest we forget.

26th Apr 2004, 01:47
Nicely said, Reddo! :ok: We made Anzac bikkies today too.

26th Apr 2004, 04:01
Same here!! r1jr wasn't sure she wanted to go, but I gave her her great uncle's DFC to wear and that made a big difference...

They shall not grow 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.

26th Apr 2004, 06:31

with proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
england mourns for her dead across the sea,
flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
fallen in the cause of the free.

solemn the drums thrill, death august and royal
sings sorriw up into immortal spheres,
there is music in the midst of desolation,
and glory that shines upon our tears.

they went with songs to the battle,
they were young, straight of limb, true of eye
steady and aglow,

they shall not grow 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.

they mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
they sit no more at familiar tables of home
they have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
they sleep beyond englands foam.

but where our desires and hopes profound
felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
to the innermost heart of there own land they are known,
as the stars are known to the night.

as the stars shall be bright, when we are dust,
moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
as the stars that are stary in our time of darkness,
to the end, to the end they remain.

lest we forget...........:ugh: