hands that trembled,
Watery or perhaps teary from remembering old mates.
Those young lads from country towns who fought so bravely.
and offered their comradeship far from home.
with the traces of gas still in the air,
Festooned with bodies - khaki and red .
Caught just like the wool on the fences back home.
the air was crisp and clean,
and the gentle sounds of ewes calling to lambs
was calming and soothing
respite from the memories.
ablaze with red poppies,
the unbidden memories creeping into his head,
He was soldiering on –
but longed for peace.
and for those who rested now in wild flower meadows.
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Lament, and the story of one of the 102,000 names inscribed on the memorial's honour roll
will be read. One evening it might be the life story of a nurse, the next a sailor, the next a
soldier or an airman; plucked from any of the wars in which Australians have fought and
died. Finally, a bugler will play the Last Post.
signal of the end of the day and, for the dead, a reminder that their duty is done, will be
those of our children or grandchildren. The 102,000 stories behind the names currently on
the Roll of Honour are enough for 279 years of nightly rituals. The evening closing ceremony
will be streamed live on the memorial's website: awm.gov.au/