Dennis Martyn


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. 



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