Lest We Forget
It’s 4.20am. No sign yet of first light. The birds haven’t even given their first hint of welcome to a new day. But Maddy (9), Ashley (7) and Kellan (4) are greeting it with gusto – they’re enthusiastically getting ready for an early start.
It’s ANZAC day, that one day of the year, where 2 young nations get a day out to honour those who fought and sacrificed that we might be free.
And the great thing is, that 98 years after that military blunder that squandered young lives and impoverished us of talent for a generation, we forget the blunder, and honour those sacrifices that gave the 2 young Antipodean nations identity. Maddy, Ashley and Kellan wanted to go to the Dawn Service to remember.
Maddy got up and carefully pinned on Great Great Grandpa Bert Wight’s replica medals. She’s honouring Bert who served in the RAAF.
He joined the air force in 1942 after working in the Australian Air Force Factory. Bert was seconded to the US Air Force. They had a major base at Batchelor in the NT.
Bert carried intelligence, wore black arms, packed a pistol and was able to go through all checkpoints without being stopped.
One of his jobs was to get the film for the photos taken during bombing raids. He took the film directly from the aircraft to take them to HQ, so that nobody could interfere with them. This was for intelligence purposes for effectiveness of the mission but also to ensure that bombs weren’t dropped over the sea instead of on the targets.
Bert told stories of going out to retrieve planes that crash-landed and his most graphic story was of seeing a tail-gunner’s remains hosed out of the rear gun turret of the plane.
He admitted to soiling his britches when he was an observer on a raid over Indonesia. Fortunately Bert didn’t actually sustain any physical injuries during the war.
Ashley carefully pinned on Great Great Grandpa Keith Conroy’s replica medals. She’s honouring Keith who served in the Army in the supply and resupply area.
He mainly served around Sydney, which also took him to Muswellbrook and Holsworthy.
He actually did sustain 2 injury’s whilst serving his country. He was in the back of a truck which lurched forward and he was thrown to the ground and broke his wrist. Friendly fire?
After 6 weeks, he returned to service and found an army horse tangled in wire. As he tried to free it, the horse kicked out and broke the other wrist. Unfriendly fire?
Our intrepid little patriots headed off toward the Cenotaph at Redlands RSL at 0450 hours, after being dropped off by Nana. They were amongst thousands who wanted to snare a close spot, but not even 4.50am was early enough to get a place where you could see everything. But all things considered our spot wasn’t too bad. We were right beside the Air Force Cadets and saw them begin their march.
Everybody held together really well, but the Teddies did tire at one stage.
After the service, we looked at the tributes on the cenotaph and then had a look around and saw some old equipment from WW2. Some of which reminded us of some of Grandpa Wight’s experiences.
Bert really ingratiated himself to his Yankee boss by getting his Jeep going. Bert was a motor mechanic by trade.
The Jeep hadn’t started straight off the boat. It turned out that grease had been placed in the distributor to prevent rust during the sea voyage to Australia and as a result it had no spark. Bert had it figured in no time flat.
Bert made this favour count for all it was worth!
So Bert was able to make 2 things from his civvy life work for him. He was a mechanic and used his skills to get in sweet with the boss. He raced motorbikes and got to ride one as one of his main jobs.
There were some tears from our smallest intrepid patriot. Kellan was all happy while he was snuggled up to Mum (Kylie). But when he stood up during a little lapse in concentration, Maddy jumped into the vacant spot and he was out!
Kellan wasn’t happy and neither was Teddy. Eventually, being the baby, he prevailed and sweated Maddy out to reclaimed home base.
To add a really nice touch to ANZAC 2013, an official from the RSL noticed a Mum and 3 children (plus 3 teddies) leaving the ceremony and called them over. He had a poppy for each child. Something to top off the Dawn Service experience.
As we walked over and waited for Nana to pick us up, we walked by the entrance to the RSL precinct, which spelled out the message that we came to hear. LEST WE FORGET.
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Great reading! Loved it!
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Thanks Bill. At times like this I remember and am so thankful to those who served. We are free
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