The Anzac Many

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The Anzac Many

 

Many remember and

many are too young to remember.

 

Many left their country

to fight in another country.

Many never did return.

 

Many young men trudged on foreign lands

against winds that howled, rain that soaked and

winters that bit.

 

Many fought wild-eyed and weary,

against a mirror of young frightened faces.

 

Many heard the unforgettable.

Bang, bang, bang. Boom, boom, boom.

Flash, flash, flash. Rat-a-tat…

 

To this day,

many pray

that many

will never leave again.

By Maria Parenti-Baldey