The Mice of Moresby

55|53 Battalion Association

The Ode

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted:
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old
as we that are left grow old
age shall not weary them
nor the years condemn
at the going down of the sun
and in the morning
we will remember them
we will remember them

Lest we forget
Lest we forget

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John Mccrae

Today We Remember

1985 Wilton WilliamPrivate257162[NX192833]-N46369Probably died 23 May 198555/53 Battalion
2003 Bentley John ErnestCorporalN247444Died 23 May 200355/53 Battalion-  Signals

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