Thanks for remembering!

I heard my country calling, away across the sea,
Across the waste of waters she calls and calls to me.
Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head,
And round her feet are lying the dying and the dead.
I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns,
I haste to thee my mother, a son among thy sons.
Peter

To our brothers and sisters in arms.

gun fire breakfast finished after a dawn service. Going to watch my old regiment march and then off to catch up with some mates for a cold beer on a rainy, cold day......LEST WE FORGET..........