A Tribute to the Fallen

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Was he a lad from out the bush, who could ride and shoot,
Or from a big city store, a clerk, in a blue pin stripe suit.
Maybe a father, who answered the call to serve the kings empire,
Eager to serve his Nation and to fight for freedoms desire.
Our Unknown Soldier?.

We only know that with those others, he sailed across the sea,
Willing to give his all, so that others might be free,
And set the standard for all of those, who on foreign fields would fall,
Fighting for a right to share a life, free of an oppressive horde.
Our Unknown Soldier.

He is now at rest in memories hall, a hallowed place he shares,
Together with the names of those, who have climbed those glory stairs
Of sacrifice, they gave their all, without the thought of fame,
But carried on the task in hand, to serve for freedoms flame.
Our Unknown Soldier.

Freely and bravely they have served and marched off straight and tall,
To fields of battle we remember still, some names we can recall,
Too many there are to call the roll, of battles lost and won.
In tradions forged and carried on by Australia's serving sons,
Our Unkown Soldier.

We do not wish to glory war or give it honours rare
But remember with pride and thanks, those who did their share
He stands for all of those who fell, no matter where or when,
Our tribute to the multitude, whose lives came to an end.
Our Unknown Soldier.

JW Nov 93.