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Written on returning home from Gallipoli after attending the Dawn Service on Anzac Day 2006. What an experience.


reader responses

I nurse a lovely man who fought in WW11 and Korea and on Anzac Day last month he was up at the crack of dawn, picked up by friends and off he went into Brisbane, walking for as far as he was able.. He's 90 now and fiercly proud of his contribution to the Australian Armed forces.

Dudley's reply:

The poem was written for him and all the others like him. I too served in Korea. I hope your friend has thawed out by now. He will know what I mean. Best wishes to him and to you.
Dudley Pye

dear mr dudley pye
i am currently doing an assignment at school on your wonderful poem. I would like to say even though im only young it touched my because my grandfather who has now pasted was apart of the national service and your poem really shows what its like to be one of the men that did somthing for this country.
thankyou dudley


Marching At The Front

© Dudley C. Pye AM JP

I was there on Anzac Day,
Medals bright and buffed,
Noticed who was missing,
And who was running rough.

Shook the time worn wrinkled hands,
Replied to all the smiles,
Some were just like strangers,
Hadn't seen them for a while.

I pondered how their life's been spent,
Perhaps that's a little strange,
Have they all been well and happy?
Since the "Two way rifle range"!

Cracked a can and watched the Swy,
Even had a little punt,
The sound of far off bagpipes,
Meant there's movement at the front.

They are the second war Diggers,
About eighty years and on,
They now replace the ANZACS,
Close to near all gone.

Their ranks are also thinning,
Moist eyed and hair that's sparse,
Took over from the Anzacs,
And kicked their share of arse.

Those of us that followed them,
To hell holes like Korea,
Hope we'll be remembered,
Like those of yesteryear!

When all those heroes leave us,
And my legs have lost their grunt,
I'll be proud, just like them,
When I'm marching at the front.