For Your Sacrifice, My Gratitude

He stood there barely able to stand,

That rifle grip formed in his hand,

He was doing what he’d always done,

From the rising to the setting sun.

He had fought yet another long day,

His role to wait, to lie, and to stay,

When his minute had finally come,

He gave what he had, it all in sum.

He is our Anzac, our proud tradition,

He obeyed his country on a deadly mission,

For us we can never repay that debt,

Long shall we say, “Lest we forget.”

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Their courage was inspiring. Their mateship was legendary. Their sacrifice is enduring. Their endurance should never be forgotten.

Lest we forget.

© 2014 S. J. Wickham.