Clyde Hamilton
The ANZAC Day Parade is over-the old miners have done their best.
His body aches from marching-it's time to sit down and rest.
He walked to the park bench and sat down with his head down.
A passing boy saw him-approached him and said politely:
"Sir, do you mind if I ask what the medal you are wearing is for?" ?
Did you get them because you became a hero in the war? "
Surprised, the old digger turned and motioned the boy to sit down.
The young man couldn't wait to accept it-he didn't expect it!
"First of all, I'm not a hero," the old miner said in a serious tone.
"But I have served with many heroes, never to return.
So when you talk about heroes, it's important to understand,
The greatest hero gave his life to defend this land.
"Medals are worn in memory of them as a symbol of respect.
All diggers wear them on ANZAC Day-which shows that they won't forget. "
The old miner got up and told the boy to stand up.
He carefully took off the medal and put it in his hand.
He told him that he could keep them for life,
A legacy-left behind-was bought with sacrifice.
The little boy was at a loss and could not speak.
The old digger left it there and set off quietly.
In the distance, the little boy caught a glimpse of him-saw him turn around and wave goodbye.
He sat alone on the bench sadly, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He has never met him, but he still remembers proudly.
When the old miner told him that the hero and a little boy were sitting and crying.
(Note: This is an Australian poet's poem, ANZAC Day, which is a festival to commemorate those soldiers who died defending Australia, Digger: veterans).
Article 2:
To the Royal Air Force (RAF: Armed Forces of Real)
Alfred Noyce
Since the British ships went to sea,
Burned Spain's beard
Or English fur seals hunting death
Along the Spanish mainland,
Ever since drake and Rowley won
Our freedom of the sea,
Do the sons of England dare to do it?
Braver than these.
Whether it's midnight or noon,
Through the mist or the empty sky,
The eagle of freedom in all of us.
Being with you on high;
When Britain's powerful ghost looked down,
From a world beyond the sun
When their records turn pale,
They are panting, deep and well done!
Song 3
rank-and-file soldiers
Author: Rupert Brooke
If I die, please remember my words:
Somewhere in the foreign field
That's England forever. There will be.
In that fertile land, there are more abundant dust hidden;
The dust brought by England, molded, conscious,
Once, give her the flowers of love, the way she roams;
The body of England, breathing the air of England.
Washed by the river and blessed by the sunshine in my hometown,
Think about it, this heart, all the evil has disappeared,
A pulse in the eternal mind
Return the ideas given by England to a place;
Her sight and voice; Dreams are as happy as her day;
And laughter, learned from friends; And tenderness,
In a quiet heart, under the paradise of England.