Whats the go , Anzac day is on Sunday, public holiday Monday. R u working???
Cheers Dean.
Whats the go , Anzac day is on Sunday, public holiday Monday. R u working???
Cheers Dean.
In a word..........................................NAH! !
i am planning on having the day off from paid work
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This monday is a pretty big day mowing wise, so yeah i will be working.
Being self-employed now I have a different perspective on some (not all) public holidays. Being that Anzac Day is Sunday, I will be attending our local march/service, followed by social beers,2 up etc. Having Monday off seems some disrespectful to me, bit hard to explain
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Hell no...after Anzac Day I won't be capable of working and neither will my offsider. About time we get the next day off. What makes me livid though is the fact that shops are forcing their employees to work on Anzac day.
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Being ex army i wont be able to be woken monday
What is this thing called Public Holiday?
Booked a job in for Sunday, then my wife reminded me that's Anzac day. Rang the customer back quick smart and re booked. Told her its Anzac day and I will get lynched. Don't know if she understood what I meant but she will get over it.
Was she Japanese ????????????
Cheers Dean.
Yes I have a full day booked on Monday, will be going to the dawn ceremony on Sunday then home for brekky and then fishing in the lake.
Lest we forget
Today I took my first life
I pray God understands
this blood upon my hands.
I know that it will haunt me
long after it’s washed away
for this death has scarred my soul
and in my memory it will stay.
I know I didn’t have a choice
that killing is part of war
and it’s something I will continue to do
until I leave this shore.
The old timers say, “Don’t sweat it
a numbness will set in
and in place of your emotions
an emptiness will begin.
“That emptiness will keep you alive
and your sanity intact;
it will kill any pangs of conscience
so you instantly react.
“You can’t let it get to you
or it’ll be you instead of them
and it will be your blood
through which your buddies swim.”
To live I must lose my humanity
but without humanity how do I live
and how do I face the ones I love
if I have no love to give.
I don’t want to feel that emptiness
but in war there is no choice
because it will bring death or insanity
to give your heart a voice.
Today I took my first life
but killing’s the easy part
the hardest will be when I go home
and have to reopen my heart.
©Maria Sutherland
WHICH HERO?
He was special
to his family,
to his friends,
to his comrades in arms.
For little pay
hazardous working conditions
he gave without greed
he gave from his heart.
Today he died
sacrificing his life for his country
but no one knows except
his family,
his friends,
his comrades in arms.
They have lost someone special
as has his country
but his country does not know or care
for today a celebrity died
a person of wealth, fame, notoriety
known by everyone for
their commercials,
their wealth,
their product endorsements.
Death has claimed two people today
one a celebrity, a face known to all
the other a soldier, known only to those close to him
both are mourned
for only one
do strangers weep
do they send cards, flowers
is the announcement front page news
is their name and picture on the news
is the church filled to overflowing
are the TV cameras taping the burial
for the other
only his family weeps
only his family, friends and comrades send cards, flowers
the only announcement is under Deaths in the local paper
only his family, friends, comrades know his name
only a few go to the church, many pews are empty
there are no TV cameras taping the burial
Two men died today
one a celebrity
the other a simple soldier
both people are important
both deaths will be felt
but to the country one death is important
a celebrity has died.
What a sad world it is
when a person’s value is measured
by his bank account.
©Maria Sutherland
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Urtiyp-G6jY
~ Joanne ~
(I JUST OPENED MY EMAIL AND TO MY SURPRISE
A STORY OF AN ANZAC A TALE WITH NO LIES
THOUGHT I WOULD UPLOAD IT SO YOU COULD HAVE A READ
SO YOUR HEART JUST LIKE MINE COULD CHERISH THE LIFE THAT WE LEAD .)ADMIN
Subject: The Anzac on the wall - ' ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT'
A MUST READ FOR ALL ANZACS ( AUSTRALIANS & NEW ZEALANDERS )
The Anzac on the Wall
I wandered thru a country town 'cos I had time to spare,
And went into an antique shop to see what was in there.
Old Bikes and pumps and kero lamps, but hidden by it all,
A photo of a soldier boy - an Anzac on the Wall.
"The Anzac have a name?" I asked. The old man answered "No,.
The ones who could have told me mate, have passed on long ago.
The old man kept on talking and, according to his tale,
The photo was unwanted junk bought from a clearance sale.
"I asked around," the old man said, "but no one knows his face,
He's been on that wall twenty years, deserves a better place.
For some one must have loved him so, it seems a shame somehow."
I nodded in agreement and then said, "I'll take him now."
My nameless digger's photo, well it was a sorry sight
A cracked glass pane and a broken frame - I had to make it right
To prise the photo from its frame I took care just in case,
"Cause only sticky paper held the cardboard back in place.
I peeled away the faded screed and much to my surprise,
Two letters and a telegram appeared before my eyes
The first reveals my Anzac's name, and regiment of course
John Mathew Francis Stuart - of Australia's own Light Horse.
This letter written from the front, my interest now was keen
This note was dated August seventh 1917
"Dear Mum, I'm at Khalasa Springs not far from the Red Sea
They say it's in the Bible - looks like Billabong to me.
"My Kathy wrote I'm in her prayers she's still my bride to be
I just cant wait to see you both you're all the world to me
And Mum you'll soon meet Bluey, last month they shipped him out
I told him to call on you when he's up and about."
"That bluey is a larrikin, and we all thought it funny
He lobbed a Turkish hand grenade into the CO's dunny.
I told you how he dragged me wounded in from no man's land
He stopped the bleeding closed the wound with only his bare hand."
"Then he copped it at the front from some stray shrapnel blast
It was my turn to drag him in and I thought he wouldn't last
He woke up in hospital, and nearly lost his mind
Cause out there on the battlefield he'd left one leg behind."
"He's been in a bad way mum, he knows he'll ride no more
Like me he loves a horse's back he was a champ before.
So Please Mum can you take him in, he's been like my brother
Raised in a Queensland orphanage he' s never known a mother."
But Struth, I miss Australia mum, and in my mind each day
I am a mountain cattleman on high plains far away
I'm mustering white-faced cattle, with no camel's hump in sight
And I waltz my Matilda by a campfire every night
I wonder who rides Billy, I heard the pub burnt down
I'll always love you and please say hooroo to all in town".
The second letter I could see was in a lady's hand
An answer to her soldier son there in a foreign land
Her copperplate was perfect, the pages neat and clean
It bore the date November 3rd 1917.
"T'was hard enough to lose your Dad, without you at the war
I'd hoped you would be home by now - each day I miss you more"
"Your Kathy calls around a lot since you have been away
To share with me her hopes and dreams about your wedding day
And Bluey has arrived - and what a godsend he has been
We talked and laughed for days about the things you've done and seen"
"He really is a comfort, and works hard around the farm,
I read the same hope in his eyes that you won't come to harm.
Mc Connell's kids rode Billy, but suddenly that changed
We had a violent lightning storm, and it was really strange."
"Last Wednesday just on midnight, not a single cloud in sight
It raged for several minutes, it gave us all a fright
It really spooked your Billy - and he screamed and bucked and reared
And then he rushed the sliprail fence, which by a foot he cleared"
"They brought him back next afternoon, but something's changed I fear
It's like the day you brought him home, for no one can get near
Remember when you caught him with his black and flowing mane?
Now Horse breakers fear the beast that only you can tame,"
"That's why we need you home son" - then the flow of ink went dry-
This letter was unfinished, and I couldn't work out why.
Until I started reading the letter number three
A yellow telegram delivered news of tragedy
Her son killed in action - oh - what pain that must have been
The Same date as her letter - 3rd November 17
This letter which was never sent, became then one of three
She sealed behind the photo's face - the face she longed to see.
And John's home town's old timers -children when he went to war
Would say no greater cattleman had left the town before.
They knew his widowed mother well - and with respect did tell
How when she lost her only boy she lost her mind as well.
She could not face the awful truth, to strangers she would speak
"My Johnny's at the war you know , he's coming home next week."
They all remembered Bluey he stayed on to the end
A younger man with wooden leg became her closest friend
And he would go and find her when she wandered old and weak
And always softly say "yes dear - John will be home next week."
Then when she died Bluey moved on, to Queensland some did say
I tried to find out where he went, but dont know to this day
And Kathy never wed - a lonely spinster some found odd
She wouldn't set foot in a church - she'd turned her back on God
John's mother left no will I learned on my detective trail
This explains my photo's journey, that clearance sale
So I continued digging cause I wanted to know more
I found John's name with thousands in the records of the war
His last ride proved his courage - a ride you will acclaim
The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba of everlasting fame
That last day in October back in 1917
At 4pm our brave boys fell - that sad fact I did glean
That's when John's life was sacrificed, the record's crystal clear
But 4pm in Beersheba is midnight over here.......
So as John's gallant sprit rose to cross the great divide
Were lightning bolts back home a signal from the other side?
Is that why Billy bolted and went racing as in pain?
Because he'd never feel his master on his back again?
Was it coincidental? same time - same day - same date?
Some proof of numerology, or just a quirk of fate?
I think it's more than that, you know, as I've heard wiser men,
Acknowledge there are many things that go beyond our ken
Where craggy peaks guard secrets neath dark skies torn asunder
Where hoofbeats are companions to the rolling waves of thunder
Where lightning cracks like 303's and ricochets again
Where howling moaning gusts of wind sound just like dying men
Some Mountain cattlemen have sworn on lonely alpine track
They've glimpsed a huge black stallion - Light Horseman on his back.
Yes Sceptics say, it's swirling clouds just forming apparitions
Oh no, my friend you cant dismiss all this as superstition
The desert of Beersheba - or windswept Aussie range
John Stuart rides forever there - Now I dont find that strange.
Now some gaze at this photo, and they often question me
And I tell them a small white lie, and say he's family.
"You must be proud of him." they say - I tell them, one and all,
That's why he takes the pride of place - my Anzac on the Wall.
How many different emotions do you go through reading that.