Denise Elizabeth Margaret Mary Guiton (nee Hansen)
You went full of cheer to a war torn land
a great adventure we thought, you and I,
I waved you off and you were gone -
You wrote, I read the letters fond...
I did not see the coming dread.
And then no more would letters come,
the adventure lasted a very short time,
then you were gone, you were not mine.
I tried to weep but anger came
my world was truly not the same
now no one left, just me alone.
My brother
For all these years my secret kept
to all but few who guessed I suspect,
and they kept quiet for my sake
but deep inside my heart would break
of emptiness until I found
a kindred spirit in my man
his gentleness would lead me on
to better things and then beyond
to pray for you and let you rest
with all your mates who loved you best.
Your brothers
Some of the men who did come home
no peace of mind, they did but roam
an empty land no love for them
and worst of all their mates now gone.
Their brothers
We pray for them for peace of mind
O gentle angel please be kind
give them love and company
respect and treat them tenderly.
Mary enfold them in your cloak
and pray to the Lord for healing and hope.
Our brothers
Ken Bunker
With their hair a little whiter, their step not quite so sure
Still they march on proudly as they did the year before.
Theirs were the hands that saved us, their courage showed the way
Their lives they laid down for us, that we may live today.
From Gallipoli's rugged hillsides, to the sands of Alamein
On rolling seas and in the skies, those memories will remain.
Of airmen and the sailors, of Lone Pine and Suvla Bay
The boys of the Dardenelles are remembered on this day.
They fought their way through jungles, their blood soaked desert sands
They still remember comrades who rest in foreign lands.
They remember the siege of old Tobruk, the mud of the Kokoda Trail
Some paying the supreme sacrifice with courage that did not fail.
To the icy land of Korea, the steamy jungles of Vietnam
And the heroic battle of Kapyong and that epic victory at Long Tan.
Fathers, sons and brothers, together they fought and died
That we may live in peace together, while at home their mothers cried.
When that final bugle calls them to cross that great divide
Those comrades will be waiting when they reach the other side.