There stands a Digger's statue on either side of the Anzac bridge. Their heads forever solemnly bowed. We speedily drive by & rarely notice.
This photo was captured during bushfire season last year when the smoke hung heavy in the Sydney skies.
Aussies love the extended weekend Anzac Day brings … let us remember, the holiday was hard won.
Below is an excerpt from: On Active Service by John Harold Falconer
"When I realised that I was wounded, and that I was alone, I slid off my equipment & threw away my rifle, and started to crawl on my stomach in the direction I thought we had come. The sights I passed out there I shall never forget. But still I had only one thought to get back to some shelter. My arm was now useless and paining intensely and my head commenced to swim. After crawling around out there, for as near as I can judge three hours, I crawled up to a prickly hedge. Something seemed to tell me that once on the other side I was safe. So taking great risk with the snipers I stood up and dived head first through the hedge and landed on the other side all of a heap.
Looking around I saw a trench facing me and a periscope looking at me. A few seconds later a turbaned head as black as soot, peeped over the top and beckoned me in. I stood up and ran like blazes into this trench, and landed into the arms of an Indian doctor, almost exhausted. The happenings of the last few hours rushed through my mind, while the doctor dressed my wound and by the time he had finished I couldn't realise or distinguish anything. He pointed the way for me to go and a few minutes later, I found myself among dozens and dozens of my comrades, who but a few hours ago had been strong, light hearted and happy, but who were now suffering agonies, that they themselves could only know. Strong men cried over the pals that had been lost and who could, who possess any heart at all, help but feel the bitter loss, that a few hours had done to the finest body of men who have ever, or will ever, leave Australia – "The 18th Battalion".
I don't think it possible for me to feel a more bitter sense of anguish of soul …" Dedicated to “My Loved Ones at Home” ~John Harold Falconer
More of his story can be found@ Falconer http://users.tpg.com.au/rnoakes/text/J%20Falconer%20WW%20I%20diary.htm