He stood there barely able
to stand,
That rifle grip formed in
his hand,
He was doing what he’d
always done,
From the rising to the
setting sun.
He had fought yet another
long day,
His role to wait, to lie,
and to stay,
When his minute had
finally come,
He gave what he had, it
all in sum.
He is our Anzac, our proud
tradition,
He obeyed his
country on a deadly mission,
For us we can never
repay that debt,
Long shall we say, “Lest we forget.”
***
Their courage was inspiring. Their mateship was legendary. Their
sacrifice is enduring. Their endurance should never be forgotten.
Lest we forget.
© 2014 S. J. Wickham.
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