I'll be marching in Toowoomba again with the RAAF Police Dog Association and some puppies. I hope everyone has a good day.

Lest we forget.

Thanks Bakes, especially for your service.

I remember marching for WW1 diggers when i was young.

Had my dad over for dinner Sunday and were discussing hid dad. He was on the last boat out of Gallipoli. Didn't really talk about it when he was alive...he lived to be 95.

Best wishes, Chris

Bakes, please put up some photos of this, if you would. A solemn day indeed, and a lesson in courage, loss, and toughness that still has great meaning.

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A solemn day indeed, and a lesson in courage, loss, and toughness that still has great meaning.

G'Day Cobber's

Lest We Forget!

Regards
Homer

I'm grateful to our Servicemen and women, past and present. Good on you all!

Back in the 1960's I had an old neighbour who was a WW1 vet. Rumour had it that when he returned from service in Europe he lived in a tent on his front lawn for a couple of years before he shifted into his own house because he couldnt adjust to having a roof over his head. I just remember him as a really old man who always had time for a pesty small boy and his endless questions.....

My third tour in RVN I served with some Aussies when we moved to Danang.

They were men, as we say here, to ride the river with.

I took an R&R that spring to Sydney. I rented a jag convertible, and liked to of killed myself the first fifteen minutes.

It is a fine country, and fine people.

When I was a wee lad, one of the folk I delivered the NZ Herald [Auckland] to, was a WW1 gas attack survivor. The poor bugger really battled.
To all those who helped make our world a better place.

Great grandfather in the Somme. He lived to an old age and whenever he was pestered by a young boy about what he did in the war, he would say, "oh, lets talk about something nicer than that..." My father told me he said the same when he asked too.

One of my grandfathers fought on the beaches at Gallipoli. We have his photo album with a lot of great old photos of their time in Egypt before being shipped of to the beaches and then some photos of the campaign at Gallipoli. I recall as kids we used to get into my fathers drawer of his father's medals, buttons and other war stuff. We lost a lot of this stuff, a bloody crime but we did not know the significance of this.

I always recall my father telling us that his father said that the hardest thing he ever had to do at Gallipoli was shoot his own horse as ordered before the withdrawal. He was in the supply brigade where they had horses to carry the equipment and supplies.

I guess we can never appreciate those times and the hardship our young men of that time went through.

One of my Great Uncles was on the Western front gassed and had a German bayonet go through one of his ankles, lived to 94years of age. Cancer got him.

Another Great Uncle and his best make joined together fought at Gallipoli and the Western Front. Both killed the same day in the last battle the Australians fought in WW1

Lest we forget.

My late father's only fond memory of WWII in the South Pacific was hanging out with the ANZACs, drinking beer, singing Friggin in the Riggin, and chasing French plantation owners' daughters.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhHAVaOEO8g

My grandmothers father served in the first world war. My grand mother presented me with a photo of him as a 21 year old about to head off for my 21st birthday. It was a thought filled gift as the 2 of us looked almost identical at the same age.
My fathers father served through the Africa and Italian campaigns of WW2. I have some of his personnel history handed down via stories.... Some of the things they had to do, you hope no one has to do again.