9 May 2011
15 May 2011
22 May 2011
29 May 2011
Just a fragment of an ANZAC soldier's story
Sunday 22 May 2011 | 19:07
Dark and cold
Soldiers are on hold
And the waiting game grows old
While we lay in our muddy homes
I weep for Jerome
Who won't make it home
I can see people praying. Praying is big over here, everyone prays. They pray to live another day, to see their loved ones by the end of the massacre, of this war, and just to see the beautiful sunrise once more.
My body yearns for sleep
But awake, I shall keep
For at dawn the enemies will leap
I can smell the fear
Rising among my peers
The adversaries are near
The British were so convincing of their need for more troops, that both Australians and New Zealanders were forced into conscription.
We asked why?Why must we try?In this strange land, our fate is to die..
We went to war with pride
As they promised an adventurous ride
But, they lied
The posters changed weekly, taking us all on a guilt trip while British troops were risking their lives on the front line.
But we are here now
Leaving our herd of cows
To keep our vow
When we grow old
We will show off our gold
And relive the stories we told
As the sun rises, these thoughts will be drowned in the sound of gunfire, of shrapnel flying, of men dying. As the guns roar now, such thoughts are no longer with us: just the strong adrenaline rush of staying alive...
references:
http://www.anzacs.net/Diary.htm
http://www.anzacsite.gov.au/1landing/why.html
