"I know my Dad marched here today..."

All The Bloomin' Way

I saw a kid marching
with medals on his chest,
He marched alongside diggers,
marching six abreast.
He knew that it was Anzac Day -
he walked along with pride,
He did his best to keep in step
with diggers by his side.
And when the march was over
the kid was rather tired.
A digger said "Whose medals son?"
to which the kid replied
"They belong to Daddy
but he did not come back,
He died up in New Guinea
on a lonely jungle track."
The kid looked rather sad then
and a tear came to his eye.
The digger said "Don't cry my son,
and I will tell you why,
Your Daddy marched with us today -
all the blooming way.
We diggers know that he was there,
it's like that on Anzac Day."
The kid looked rather puzzled
and didn't understand
But the digger went on talking
and started to wave his hand.
"For this great land we live in,
there's a price we have to pay
For we all love fun and merriment
in this country where we live
The price was that some soldier
his precious life must give.
For you to go to school my lad,
and worship God at will,
Someone had to pay the price
so the diggers paid the bill.
Your daddy died for us my son
- for all things good and true,
I wonder if you can understand
the things I've said to you."
The kid looked up at the digger and with a changed expression
said, with a lovely smile,
"I know my Dad marched here today
- this, our Anzac Day,
I know he did, I know he did -
all the blooming way .... "

D. Hunter

A Veteran of "Shaggy Ridge" - 2/12 Bn. WW2.