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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
BHG
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Thanks for that baldy - my daughter asked me whether we were going to the dawn service tommorrow. Thought about the last time I went in Canberra - bloody cold. No I said we will watch on TV.
I really like the Flanders service in France. They do it so well and the locals are so supportive.
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Missus and i are going to the dawn service where i live.
'Lest We Forget'
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Lest We Forget.
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Thanks for those who have served and currently serving.
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Parking the Jack on the Yarra at midnight, then home for a 'kip'.
Up for the local dawn service at Newmarket.
'Gunfire breakfast' at the Flemington / Kensington RSL.
March behind my pop's unit banner (21st Battalion)
Then carrying the banner for my dad's (8th Div) unit with my brothers.
Quick change into my 'colours' in the Jack, then off to support the mighty Pies.
Back to the car, then home...
Wouldn't miss ANZAC Day in Melbourne for quids! :cheers:
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I will be thinking of Jack (an old Changi POW friend - probably long gone by now) whilst I pitch camp. I will stop to remember him and then have a few drinks in his honour - just as HE wanted me to - enjoying this country that he loved at it's very best.
He never attended a Service and never bought anything Japanese.
I didn't know him very long, but Jack will never be forgotten by me.
Yes I had a dog named Jack ... I also had a dog named Digger (who incidentally passed on 11.11) Poppies mean 3 things to me ... all of them listed here.
Kit_e
For The Fallen by Robert Laurence Binyon
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 sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a 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 were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
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.
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 day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
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The Melb Turkish ex-service community march under a banner with the following quote from Mustafa Kamal (known as Ataturk, meaning, IIRC, the Fathur of Turkey) the Turkish commander at Gallipoli, and subsequently the founder and first President of the modern Turkish state.
It is one of the most succinct comments I have ever read on the folly of war.
Gallipoli - Memorial at Anzac Cove by Ataturk.
"Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives…
You are now living in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours…
You, the mothers, who sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace, after having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well."
Ataturk, 1934
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I have seen the crosses row upon row
I have seen the poppies where they grow
It made my heart swell with pride
Not because they had died, but why they died,
I have seen the crosses row upon row
I have seen the poppies where they grow
The trenches so close they could almost touch
Emotions of being there become to much
I have seen the crosses row upon row
I have seen the poppies where they grow
The lump in my throat got bigger and bigger
At the thought of all these young men we call Digger
I have seen the crosses row upon row
I have seen the poppies where they grow
And I cried
kj 2012
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Off to the Dawn Service with the young bloke as we do each year to say thanks.
:cheers:
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Off to the Dawn Service with the young bloke as we do each year to say thanks.
:cheers:
Good on ya mate good to see :)
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Some great thoughts guys thanks for sharing them.
Lest we forget
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Good on ya mate good to see :)
It is the very lest that we can do.
As the troop marches past in the dawn light in the fog to take their position next to the cenotaph it is a somber moment.
Standing there listening to the service, well it's a very special moment.
To watch as some of them wipe tears from their eyes during the service, shows that their feelings are still very raw, then as they are dismissed at the end of the service they turn on the spot, they grow in stature with their shoulders back and the crowd gathered gives a very warm applause, Some of these gentleman are in the 90's now.
It is the very lest that we can do,
Enjoy your day guys, I raise my glass to you all.
Thank you
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Just got home from our local Dawn service a really special thing we do with our boys every year. The crowd seems to be getting bigger each year which is fantastic to see.
Lest we forget
Cheers
L2GA
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A day to remember the sacrifices made by the Servicemen and their families waiting at home:
A Story of Three Brothers – sons of John and Mary Louttit of Swan Hill
Albert Victor Louttit – 7th Australian Light Horse - Embarked in Sydney 19/12/1914 – killed in action at Lone Pine Gallipoli after 5 months active service – died 7/10/1915 aged 27. Buried Shell Green Cemetery. Born Corack, Victoria.
Roy Edgar Louttit – 23rd Battalion – Embarked from Melbourne 8th May 1915 – did 4 months active service in Gallipoli, and 5 months in France. Was awarded Military Cross. Died 3rd May 1917, Bullecourt, aged 27 years. Listed at Villers-Bretonneux Memorial France. Born Corack, Victoria.
Henry Arthur Louttit – 5th Battalion – Wounded in Action at Poziers, France, July 26th, 1916. Rejoined his Unit from wounded 1st July 1917. Died from wounds received in Action 7th October 1917 aged 21 years. Buried at Etaples Military Cemetary, France. Born Corack, Victoria.
RIP
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ANZAC spirit (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZgVCts7d8Q#)
Thank you to all those past and present prepared to stand up for Oz.
Lest we Forget.
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Just back from the Dawn service in Central Vic then the Rim Fire breaky , Roll on the 2 up
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An emotional day today.
We will remember them...
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Just back from the dawn service with the little Strvy clan and they totally loved it!!
As a serving member and having done multiple tours in Afghanistan and being very close to some that made the ultimate sacrifice, it's good to see my little ones and others who pay respects on a day like today!!
Having a coffee with some rum whilst the junior Strvy's cook ANZAC bikkies for mornos!! Can't wait!! Then off to have some beers with my good mates!!
Thanks for you support!!
:cheers:
Strvy
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Thoroughly enjoy reading the tributes and agree whole heatedly with you Starvin as I too remember a mate lost in service. Too emotional to write a fitting tribute.
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Missed the Dawn Service
Went down town for the march to give ow respect to those who marched & the Fallen
Some good pic's in this facebook page
http://www.facebook.com/MilitaryPhotography?group_id=0 (http://www.facebook.com/MilitaryPhotography?group_id=0)
:cheers: sheeds
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Im with my 96 year old grandfather.
Sunk 3 times during service in second world war.
We can't begin to imagine what they went through.........