LEST WE FORGET INDEED!
Dear Dad, I have been thinking of you a lot these past days leading up to ANZAC Day. I think of you as a little boy....
... leaving England at just seven years of age with just your Mum to come to make a new life in a foreign land, mourning the loss of a father whom you never knew who gave his life to protect his country in WWI.
I think of you as a young boy, growing up in the working class suburbs of Melbourne during the Great Depression, working hard at school but having to give that up to go out to work at fifteen but finding a father figure and mentor in your boss, Mr Murphy.....
I think of you as that brave, innocent young man who went off to war "as it was the right thing to do" - your words, not mine - not knowing what horrors you were to face in the years to come during your incarceration in the infamous Changi prison for over three long years after the Fall of Singapore.
I think that some part of you, like those first Diggers of old, thought that this was, in part, g…
... leaving England at just seven years of age with just your Mum to come to make a new life in a foreign land, mourning the loss of a father whom you never knew who gave his life to protect his country in WWI.
I think of you as a young boy, growing up in the working class suburbs of Melbourne during the Great Depression, working hard at school but having to give that up to go out to work at fifteen but finding a father figure and mentor in your boss, Mr Murphy.....
I think of you as that brave, innocent young man who went off to war "as it was the right thing to do" - your words, not mine - not knowing what horrors you were to face in the years to come during your incarceration in the infamous Changi prison for over three long years after the Fall of Singapore.
I think that some part of you, like those first Diggers of old, thought that this was, in part, g…
