DON’T FORGET ME COBBER
“Don’t forget me cobber,” the cry rang out from hell
That was Fromelles bloody battlefield, where five thousand diggers fell
The soldier froze in his retreat, then turned to face that voice
And ran back to save his wounded friend, for he knew he had no choice
That plea made so long ago, has echoed down through time
It’ a comfort when someone is there, when your life is on the line
Though they may pay the highest price, in answer to that call
To lay down your life for your fellow man, is the greatest gift of all
Those who wore the uniform and safely returned
Bore within their selfless souls, the ANZAC torch that burned
For there were other wars to fight, against man and nature’s threat
Now their own descendants, stand firm without regret
When bushfire’s flames devour the sky, as Hades scorched the earth
These volunteers in harm’s way, truly proved their worth
Before the cyclone’s howling scythe, or surging flooding tide
Those who rise for no reward, fill our hearts with pride
You may call me jingolistic, but when word is matched by deed
That rescue on the fields of France, sowed the bravest seed
When deadly threats confront us, there is something you will find
When an Aussie is in danger, you don’t leave your mates behind
By Tomas ‘Paddy’ Hamilton
FILE PHOTO: Fromelles headstones by Petty Officer Mez Merrill
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