When he said goodbye to his wife, he’d not yet said goodbye to his teenage years.
At 19 he chose to join the Australian Army, leaving Maryborough, Queensland, for Milne Bay, Papua New Guinea.
He was in the 9th Division and fought in the Battle of Milne Bay (WWII). They called it an amphibious landing as he went from sea to shore with a barrage of shells firing overhead.
That sound. As if trains were speeding inches from his skull.
The rest he could not speak of (even decades later). He held his tongue but not his fire.
He and his 9th Division, they won that battle. It was the first time their enemy had been defeated on land.
They called him Sapper QX51426. I called him Grandpa.
The fight is over. Your war is won.
Rest in peace.
Tomorrow we commemorate another amphibious landing – the 100th anniversary of the ANZACs in Gallipoli. Will you be attending a Dawn Service? How will you remember them?
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