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National Day of Remembrance consecrated in Australia and New Zealand in memory of those brave men who lost their lives 25th April 1915 World War I. (Anzac Cove) |
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The Management and Team of Birds Down Under are proud to be associated with the spirit of ANZAC, and make this solemn pledge to serve our country and all other countries and uphold the determination and aims of all those brave men who laid down their lives so that we might live in peace.
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"This day
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.... | Oldest Anzac
Digger Dies. . Eric Abraham, from Brisbane, died at the age of 104 years in a Nursing Home on the 19th March, 2003. (This was the day Gulf II started) . Eric attended the last Anzac March and also reclaimed the bugle that went missing during World War I and was recovered and presented on his 104th birthday. . |
| He joined the Army at the age of 17 years and was an original soldier of the Anzac campaign. | ||
An Ode to the Fallen
By Rebecca Bell (Webmeister http://www.ozbird.com)
In the warfields
of Flanders, the Somme and of France,
The poppies are blooming, they sway and they dance.
Ten thousand Australians, all tanned and all fit
Have come to this Country, the enemy to hit.
The guns were
all thundering, sombre and dull -
The infantry streaming, then so mournful a lull.
Our brave boys are falling courageous and strong
Hark! Something has happened, something is wrong!
The Light Horse
are stumbling, shaken and falling -
They rally their mates on, true to their calling..
The battle swords clatter, the foes are retreating
The Aussies press onwards, their mission completing.
So throughout
our great country, with pride our hearts turn
Our unknown soldier to us doth return
In the sunshine in Aussie, this day in November
Our Soldiers - our Heroes, we'll always remember!!!!
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Lest we forget....
Poem by Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her
children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is a music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncountered:
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn*.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end they remain.
They shall grow not
old....as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn*
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them
ANZAC Australia
New Zealand Army Corps
* "contemn" original
interpretation for "contempt"

Design Rebecca
Bell © 1995
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