Posted on 04/26/2008 7:42:36 PM PDT by naturalman1975
THE plumed slouch hat of the Australian Light Horseman returned to the battlefields of France after 90 years yesterday to mark a new era of Anzac Day celebrations.
This first dawn service to remember the Australian contribution to the war on the Western Front in northern France, drew a crowd of more than 4000 and was followed by a boisterous parade through the streets of Villers-Bretonneux, the site of a decisive Australian victory on April 25, 1918.
As dark descended on Anzac Day commemorations in Australia, on the other side of the world, three riders in the uniforms of the 13th Light Horse led a bagpipe band and more than 500 Australian visitors through streets that were liberated from the Germans by Australian troops on the same morning nine decades earlier.
In 1918, 12 members of the 13th Light Horse rode into combat in and around the village, probing for gaps in the German lines as the Australians prepared to capture the village.
Yesterday's procession ended at St John the Baptist Catholic church, where West Australian Premier Alan Carpenter presented the church with a stone replica of the Villers-Bretonneux Cross. The original cross was fashioned by West Australian troops from the wooden ruins of a local church just two weeks after losing hundreds of their comrades in the 1918 battle and it now rests in the St George Cathedral in Perth.
An Anzac Day dawn service on the Western Front is now almost certain to become an annual event following the large attendance at the Australian War Memorial just north of the village, 15km east of Amiens.
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An attack on the third anniversary of the landings at Gallipoli that marked the first time Australian troops went into battle as Australians. 1200 Australians died that day, but they liberated the village.
A battle that helped to stop the German advance and turn the tide back towards victory.
A little village in France that 90 years later still honours a pledge made in 1919 - N'oublions jamais l'Australie. Never Forget the Australians.
WEVE drunk to the QueenGod bless her!
Weve drunk to our mothers land;
Weve drunk to our English brother
(But he does not understand);
Weve drunk to the wide creation,
And the Cross swings low for the morn;
Last toast, and of obligation,
A health to the Native-born!
They change their skies above them,
But not their hearts that roam!
We learned from our wistful mothers
To call old England home;
We read of the English skylark,
Of the spring in the English lanes,
But we screamed with the painted lories
As we rode on the dusty plains!
They passed with their old-world legends
Their tales of wrong and dearth
Our fathers held by purchase,
But we by the right of birth;
Our hearts where they rocked our cradle,
Our love where we spent our toil,
And our faith and our hope and our honour
We pledge to our native soil!
I charge you charge your glasses
I charge you drink with me
To the men of the Four New Nations,
And the Islands of the Sea
To the last least lump of coral
That none may stand outside,
And our own good pride shall teach us
To praise our comrades pride!
To the hush of the breathless morning
On the thin, tin, crackling roofs,
To the haze of the burned back-ranges
And the dust of the shoeless hoofs
To the risk of a death by drowning,
To the risk of a death by drouth
To the men of a million acres,
To the Sons of the Golden South!
To the Sons of the Golden South (Stand up!),
And the life we live and know,
Let a fellow sing o the little things he cares about,
If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about
With the weight of a single blow!
To the smoke of a hundred coasters,
To the sheep on a thousand hills,
To the sun that never blisters,
To the rain that never chills
To the land of the waiting spring-time,
To our five-meal, meat-fed men,
To the tall, deep-bosomed women,
And the children nine and ten!
And the children nine and ten (Stand up!),
And the life we live and know,
Let a fellow sing o the little things he cares about,
If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about
With the weight of a two-fold blow!
To the far-flung fenceless prairie
Where the quick cloud-shadows trail,
To our neighbours barn in the offing
And the line of the new-cut rail;
To the plough in her league-long furrow
With the gray Lake gulls behind
To the weight of a half-years winter
And the warm wet western wind!
To the home of the floods and thunder,
To her pale dry healing blue
To the lift of the great Cape combers,
And the smell of the baked Karroo.
To the growl of the sluicing stamp-head
To the reef and the water-gold,
To the last and the largest Empire,
To the map that is half unrolled!
To our dear dark foster-mothers,
To the heathen songs they sung
To the heathen speech we babbled
Ere we came to the white mans tongue.
To the cool of our deep verandas
To the blaze of our jewelled main,
To the night, to the palms in the moonlight,
And the fire-fly in the cane!
To the hearth of our peoples people
To her well-ploughed windy sea,
To the hush of our dread high-altar
Where The Abbey makes us We;
To the grist of the slow-ground ages,
To the gain that is yours and mine
To the Bank of the Open Credit,
To the Power-house of the Line!
Weve drunk to the QueenGod bless her!
Weve drunk to our mothers land;
Weve drunk to our English brother
(And we hope hell understand).
Weve drunk as much as were able,
And the Cross swings low for the morn;
Last toastand your foot on the table!
A health to the Native-born!
A health to the Native-born (Stand up!),
Were six white men arow,
All bound to sing o the little things we care about,
All bound to fight for the little things we care about
With the weight of a six-fold blow!
By the might of our cable-tow (Take hands!),
From the Orkneys to the Horn,
All round the world (and a little loop to pull it by),
All round the world (and a little strap to buckle it),
A health to the Native-born!
—Joseph Rudyard Kipling
(I think I’m a good writer, but not THAT good.)
Permit this yank to wish Gods rest to the ANZACS of the Western Front, of Suvla Bay, and those who suffered and toiled on the Burma-Siam. My humblest respect and gratitude to them all, and my cheers to your pride and reverence..
August 30 1940: france belatedly rewards its Australian friends by recognising the
“pre-eminent role of the Japanese Empire in the Greater Southeast Asia Sphere”.
In return Japan allows Indochina to remain a french slave labor camp.
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Volley bump.
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