This poem was prompted by visits to schools during ANZAC services in FNQ where young Aussies do all of us proud… Our Nation’s Proud Torch Burns Bright A crowded sea of faces in the school hall A choir reaches out to them with sweet call Disciplined youth bursting...
On recent ANZAC parades in the deep south I was appalled at the conduct of mindless fools who organised indigenous veterans to march separately from their comrades beneath an indigenous flag. It was a deliberate act of unjustified political correctness to flout well...
In a world of political correctness, be careful what you say A slip of the tongue means exile and a high cost you will pay Offer contrary views which upset our new regime, then watch out! You’re branded racist, stricken with islamophobia or an ignorant lout ...
Precious Memories of Yesterday I often try to open that magic door Wishing and hoping for evermore To find you waiting in the shade of our favourite tree Where we would often rest, just you and me Is it so long ago since you went away To me it seems only yesterday...
The official changing of the wording on one of our icons in New Guinea from “Mateship” to “Friendship” left me clutching for my tranquilisers.. Clearly this was the work of maniacs intent in destroying much of what we value so dearly from yesterday. Even more...
Training for War One of the latest trends emanating from Canberra is how to enhance Political Correctness via the Armed Forces to higher levels. The military obediently stands to attention as the lash is applied and after the salt has been rubbed into the wounds, does...
Mid muffled drums, bugle calls, sobs and cries We fondly recall his soldiering days gone by Weep not for him as we bid a fond farewell There are so many proud deeds of his to tell In peace and war he was always there Standing tall and never reluctant to dare Always...
The Power of Dreams For soldiers at war, dreams are a powerful way to escape the reality of danger, death and misery which continually linger at their side. There are dreams they share with each other and some they do not. The odds are that their visions are of...
My Tough Father and Spoilt Me My dad lived in the rugged outback a long time ago Where cruel drought was followed by rivers in flooded flow His kitchen was a campfire with dampers in coals still red A rocky mattress on hard ground softened by grass for a bed His...
During the Vietnam War there were many bloody battles involving Australian troops. One such battle occurred in Operation Bribie (named after Bribie Island in Qld) during which diggers encountered a well dug enemy of significant strength. History records that...
