In this poignant story, a young boy's innocent question prompts an elderly war veteran to relive the past on Anzac Day. The young boy is wide-eyed and wanting to hear stories of the glories of war and death; the old man, a former member of the 18th Battalion, is sad to remember the reality of what was faced.
A poignant look at war through the eyes of a former member of the 18th Battalion. Told in rhyme it takes place on Anzac Day when an old man and a young boy meet - the young boy wide-eyed and wanting to hear the glories of war and death; the old man quietly sad to remember the reality of what was faced.
Age won't weary him, he said
But boy it's wearied me
He looked out over the young one's head
And the past was all he could see
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