My Toast to The Regiment
So, being alive and because we can, Let’s raise our glass to the fighting man Of The Royal Australian Regiment.
Read moreSo, being alive and because we can, Let’s raise our glass to the fighting man Of The Royal Australian Regiment.
Read moreMany years ago I trod lightly through the woods, Being careful not to crush the undergrowth with my feet. I
Read moreRise up ye men of Essex. Come forth with me this day. For there’s Viking to be fighting, Their ships
Read moreThis poem is for all those men and women residing in the Real World: – Stand at ease; Attention; Move
Read moreBeneath the jungle canopy all is quiet, and very still. The heat it prickles up and down my back, beneath
Read moreWe of the Ninth in sixty-eight Embarking then for Vietnam; We lined the deck, we had such fun. You waved,
Read moreI was once a soldier smart, Learned to stamp my feet, the art Of calling out ‘The Time’, the thrill Of perfect, synchronising drill.
Read moreKeswick Barracks (November 2017) Being the 50th reunion of 9th Battalion The Royal Australian Regiment —————- Old soldiers never die,
Read moreFighting needs a certain care, Its conduct ruled by those in place. But Righteous thoughts by those not there Ensure the fighters lose face.
Read moreAll the way with L. B. J. Was what we said back in the day. But what it meant, if truth to tell, Was two years servitude in hell.
Read moreLast night I spoke with Caesar’s ghost. We’d quaffed a glass or two of wine. But then the bastard made a boast – his blokes would beat mine.
Read moreWhen tracer snarls about your ears Because the bastard knows your there. When so much noise explodes the fears And
Read more