Tomorrow, on ANZAC DAY, I will remember my father and his WWI and WWII mates with admiration and a grateful heart. To all the brave men and women who had put their life on the line so that we could live in freedom I say a big THANK YOU. This includes the veterans of recent wars.
I used to watch my father march, and when he passed away, I always watched the ANZAC MARCH on ABC TV.
This year, there won’t be any marches. The invisible enemy will keep us firmly in lockdown. Yet, ANZAC DAY will be celebrated, and we will be able to participate online. The spirit of ANZAC will live on forever and ever.
LAST WE FORGET!
This book was published in 1918 and is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
The second edition was recently published. An E-book will soon be available too.
The back of the medals: 2 Russian St. George medals for bravery and “Albanska Spomenica” – the Albanian Commemorative Medal for the withdrawal of the Serbian Army through Albania
My father was 23 in 1916 when he got the Russian medals for bravery for giving first-aid under fire. Here’s an excerpt from the book:
When I asked him whether he was afraid, he simply said: ‘You just do your duty, you don’t think about danger to yourself’. Then he paused and added: ‘Once, however, when a man next to me came down, and I saw his skull open up, brain spilling out, a thought occurred in my mind, “This could have been me…”.’ (Full Circle, First Edition, p 99)
He was lucky. He survived both world wars and lived to a ripe age of 101.
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A wonderful tribute article Irana….Lest we forget….
Thank you, Ivor. I truly appreciate your comment. 🙂
Bonjour ou Bonsoir mon Amie IRINAS
Rêve à des jours meilleurs , cela fait partie de notre vie
Sourie , en pensant au bonheur
Vie ces instants en écoutant parler ton cœur
Ton ennuie s’effacera
Ta vie reprendra des couleurs
Dis toi que l’espoir ressemble à un fruit
Si ce fruit est vert il n’a pas de saveur
Ce fruit sera délicieux s’ il est mure , savoure le sur l’heure
le Bonheur est à ce prix , pense à ces instants magiques
Bonne journée ou soirée
Bisous en toute Amitié
Un petit bouquet de muguet qu’ il t’apporte bonheur au sein de ta demeure et partage le avec les tiens à l approche du 1 Mai
Merci, cher Bernard, pour le joli bouquet et ton beau poeme … Tu a raison, il faut penser au bonheur. Bisous ❤