Asian orange sunset through the scrub.13 And can you tell me, doctor, why I still cant get to sleep? And night-times just a jungle dark and a barking M-16? And whats this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means? God help me, I was only nineteen.17 After a four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs It was a war within yourself. But you wouldnt let your mates down til they had you dusted off, so you closed your eyes and thought about something else.21 Then someone yelled out Contact!, and the bloke behind me swore. We hooked in there for hours, then a god-almighty roar. Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon. God help me, he was going home in June.25 I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Bing Tau. And I can still hear Frankie, lying screamimg in the jungle, Till the morphine came and killed the bloody row.29 And the Anzac legends didnt mention mud and blood and teaars. And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real. I caught some pieces in my back that I didnt even feel. God help me, I was only nineteen.33 And can you tell me, doctor, why I still cant get to sleep? And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet? And whats this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what is means? God help me, I was only nineteen. For the FallenLaurence Binyon1 With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.5 Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears.9 They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the f...
