Thursday, April 25, 2013

ON A COLD CLEAR MORN....

On a cold clear morn....

he rose at dawn, just like so many dawns before. Looking around him, he gathered all he needed, no time to waste, so he grabbed his water bottle, and started the long trek. There'd be no rest for many hours to come, but it was the same for the others. They were all in this together. 

It was backbreaking work, hot, dusty, exhausting, but he knew he was serving his country, in the best way he, they, could. The real action would come in a few days time, but till then, preparation was all important. He didn't want to let anyone down, not his mates, his Dad or his brothers... they were all in this together. When he first heard about the conflict, he hadn't envisaged that he would be involved in this way, he thought he might be in the same unit as his three brothers in Papua New Guinea, but then he was still working alongside the others.  Their task was as important as any other... they had to have everything ready to exact guidelines. The army wouldn't accept it any other way. Besides, they took pride in what they did. They worked long into the night, and finally it was ready, till the next time. 

They had packed all, loaded the truck and the produce would be at the station in a few hours time and on the way to feed the army. Who would know, maybe their own brothers would soon be eating food  from their farm which was under contract to the Australian Armed Services.

We honour all who served in whatever way... so many unsung heroes, men and women, and their children... 


LEST WE FORGET




(c) chrismilne




I have written a number of posts over previous years re ANZAC DAY and what it means to our family.

Rather than repost all, this link will take you to them.

http://thatmomentintime-crissouli.blogspot.com.au/2012_04_01_archive.html


Thinking of all the many generations of family and loved ones to whom we owe our appreciation and admiration. We are who we are, because of your efforts and sacrifices, for which we truly thank you.