Next Wednesday, April 25th, is when we celebrate ANZAC Day (Australia and New Zealand Army Corps) this is our special day to remember the brave Men and Women who have fought and died to keep our countries free.
Speaking as a proud Australian I can tell you that in every city & and town though-out the land there will be a gathering of people in the cold pre-dawn as they prepare to honour our fallen in a dawn service, this tradition started after WW1, (1914-18) just 13 years since the birth of our nation
we sent our brave youth of to war.
He marched alongside Diggers marching six abreast.
He knew that it was ANZAC Day - he walked along with pride.
He did his best to keep in step with the Diggers by his side.
A Digger said “Whose medals, son?” to which the kid replied:
“They belong to daddy, but he did not come back.
He died up in New Guinea on a lonely jungle track”.
The Digger said “Don’t cry my son and I will tell you why.
Your daddy marched with us today - all the blooming way.
We Diggers know that he was there - it’s like that on ANZAC Day”.
But the Digger went on talking and started to wave his hand.
“For this great land we live in, there’s a price we have to pay
For we all love fun and merriment in this country where we live.
Someone had to pay the price so the Diggers paid the bill.
Your daddy died for us my son - for all things good and true.
And with a changed expression, said, with a lovely smile:
“I know my dad marched here today - this is ANZAC Day.
I know he did. I know he did, all the bloomin’ way”.