Faye Argento

My dad was in World War 2 in the Army  he never spoke about it much as he lost his mate Bluey. He would march every Anzac Day and we would go into Sydney to watch it was a special time for us all and proud of our dad. We move to Canberra in 1964 and when the Anzac parade opened my dad marched my mum and I went and watched it was special. The next year  we he was going to march and my mum and I said we will come he said no I need to do this myself. I could not understand why  but there must have been something special for him. My dad  passed away in 1967 aged 51 every Anzac  Day I think of him and the men who he served with and am thankful to the all. Rest in Peace.



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