ANZAC Day

                                                                        The Ode
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

                                                                  Lest We Forget.






Lone Pine


                                                                    ANZAC Cove

Suvla  Bay



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