Came across this little beauty in the local rag.
THE ANZAC STORY
They left behind their families
To travel to Gallipoli, overseas
Waving everybody goodbye
They sigh
As they waded into shore
Circling them was war
Bodies all around them
They die
With crosses at the heads
Of their dirt strewn beds
Poppies all around them
They lie
Mourn they family
And yet, now so do we
On the 25th April
We Cry
-Caitlin Leigh, Auckland, NZ, Aged 11
I must say, it's reassuring to hear youngsters still remember the stories their grandparents have told them about war. Continuing to share these stories - will ensure these brave men and women will not be forgotten.
Which reminds me; I have a war story from my grandad to share...I've been meaning to post it for ages...maybe tomorrow.