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What I've always felt about Aussie Diggers. Have we really considered how they felt when they came back without their friends? Are they heroes because we made them so, against their will? [284 words]
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The Heart Of The Aussie Digger Chris E Ivins
Have we truly understood the heart of the Aussie Digger? Does courage under fire serve to make his story bigger? We stand to the side and watch as the parade goes marching by The Last Post with its soulful lilt, brought tears to the Digger's eye
His acts of selfless bravery when it came to saving a mate And the way he kept his calm and wit, despite a fear so great While he faced the dawn on a Turkish beach, with numbers that were few This was the heart of the Digger, the birth of a legend strong and true
We will pay homage to him, while we mourn the many lost We’ll salute him for the sacrifice he offered at such great cost The sorrow we feel, the tears we cry, are for this man of worth Who fought in senseless battles to protect his country of birth
The fight for right and freedom has been raging many a year But with all the death and bloodshed, these goals are now unclear It's left to this generation now, and those who will follow on To honour and keep the memory alive of Australia's fallen son
But let us all consider, while we celebrate "honour and glory" That every Aussie Digger had his mem’ries and his own story Medals and commendations he couldn't always comprehend For what these represented were the loss of his good friends
And though he did appreciate the handshakes, praise and thanks He felt that he was just a man, decorated with Cross and rank Any pride that he deserved to feel for preserving hearth and home Was shadowed by the grief he suffered when he came back alone
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"I think this is a wonderful poem that captures the essence of the attributes of a true hero, and could apply to those returning back from battle from any country. This poem brings back vivid images of those who served as I watched on the side lines on Anzac Day. Well done. " -- Tara.
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