Mullumbimby Services sub-branch acting secretary Adrian O’Loughlan says ANZAC Day, to be held this Saturday, will not be the usual national day of remembrance for those who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations.
Owing to COVID-19, there will be no dawn service or mid-morning parade.
‘This doesn’t mean ANZAC Day is cancelled,’ Mr O’Loughlan said.
‘It means it will be different. People can still lay wreaths and remember our fallen, but we must abide by the NSW government social distancing laws.’
The service will still be observed at 6am but they are asking that you stand in your driveways in solidarity.
‘So on ANZAC Day to keep our community spirit strong at 0600 hours let us all stand in solidarity at the end of our driveways, united in sharing our respect with one minute’s silence. And then perhaps a wave and at all your neighbours,’ he said.
‘From Mullumbimby RSL sub branch to the Byron Shire community: stay strong and safe on ANZAC Day, 2020. Less we forget.’
I will be having a sleep in.
I oppose wars and do not glorify them, I will be sleeping in.
i will be standing at the top my drive, with my candle, a poppy and rosemary plus flying an Australian flag on my veranda.
Good onya Joan – Lest We Forget
This is a few words, to remind us of the misery and futility of war, which is a great loss for ordinary people, but a gain for a few priveleged ones.
1917 written by David Olney
“The strange young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three-day spree
Who needs one night’s cheap ecstasy
And a woman’s arms to hide him
He greets me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him ?
Let us dance beneath the moon
I’ll sing to you “Claire de Lune”
The morning always comes too soon
But tonight the war is over
He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldiers life inside a trench
Of the look of death and ghastly stench
I do my best to please him
He puts two roses in a vase
Two roses sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I tease him
Hold me ‘neath the Paris skies
Let’s not talk of how or why
Tomorrow’s soon enough to die
But tonight the war is over
We make love too hard, too fast
He falls asleep, his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms around him
They die in in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere
They die so fast there’s no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround them
Old world glory, old world fame
The old world’s gone, gone up in flames
Nothing will ever be the same
And nothing lasts forever
Oh I’d pray for him but I’ve forgotton how
And there’s nothing , nothing that can save him now
There’s always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny them
Lux aeterna Luce-ar e-is
Domine cum sanctis tu-is in aeternum
qui-a pius es
Requiem aeternaum dona e-is Domine
qui-pius es
et lux perpetua luce-at e-is Cum sanctis tu-is in aeternum qui-a pi-us es
Tonight the war is over ?”
This goes out to my grandad who served in Gallopoli, my dad Papua New Guinea, and Len Stacey who served in North Africa, Sicily and Italy, all of whom died at a young age; the conscientious objectors, people who work for peace, all the victims of war in the modern age and no less Mother Gaia. And of course the TRUTH, which is always the first victim of war.
This is a few words, to remind us of the misery and futility of war, which is a great loss to ordinary people, but a gain for a priveleged few.
1917 Written by David Olney
“The strange young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day spree
Who needs one night’s cheap ecstasy
And a women’s arms to hide him
He greets me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him ?
Let us dance beneath the moon
I’ll sing to you “Claire de Lune”
The morning always comes too soon
But tonight the war is over
He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldiers life inside a trench
Of the look of death and ghastly stench
I do my best to please him
He puts two roses in a vase
Two roses sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I please him
Hold me ‘neath the Paris skies
Let’s not talk of how or why
Tomorrow’s soon enough to die
But tonight the war is over
We make love too hard, too fast
He falls asleep, his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms around him
They die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere
They die so fast there’s no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround them
Old world glory, old world fame
The old world’s gone, gone up in flames
Nothing will ever be the same
And nothing lasts forever
Oh I’d pray for him but I’ve forgotton how
And there’s nothing, nothing that can save him now
There’s always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny them
Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is
Domine cum sanctis tu-is aeternum,
qui-a pius es
Requim aeternaum dona e-is Domine
qui-a pius es
et lux perpetua luce-at e-is Cum sanctis tu-is in aeternum qui-a pi-us es
Tonight the war is over ?”
This goes out to my grandad who served in Gallopoli, my dad Papua New Guinea and Len Stacey who served in North Africa, Sicily and Italy, (all of whom died at a young age as a result); the conscientious objectors, people who work for Peace, and all the victims of war in the modern age, and no less Mother Gaia. And of course the TRUTH which is always the first victim of war !