A day revered, called ANZAC
A time for gratitude and looking back
When we count our blessings and offer our thanks
To the valiant hearts who joined the ranks.
We had no qualms in days of your
When called in alms in time of war
All we asked that it be not in vain
The price is paid again and again
That we uphold the traditions and finest ideals
So they may sleep in peace, in distant fields.
NX 4427, Edward Rickards and his brother NX 72646 Raymond Rickards.
Please, whatever happens on the battlefield, if you don’t have the intestinal fortitude to stand up then, don’t bring it home. Everyone suffers for thier actions in thier own way.