WHAT MY MEDALS MEAN
I'd never worn my medals; they were
left there in the drawer,
so when I finally took them out, it had been
twenty years or more.
My daughter saw me take them out, and asked me what
I looked at her and calmly said, "They're a reminder of a
They remind me of the mates I had, who
never made it back;
Who died in a stinking paddy field, or on a jungle
They remind me of the troubles, and the hardships we went thru.
They remind me why we went there; it was for people just like you.
They remind me of the hellhole, while
we were over there.
They remind me of our countrymen, who really didn't
They remind me of the mateship, forged in a foreign land.
remind me of a certain mate, who lost a bloody hand.
They remind me when we went away; we
thought the reason was just.
They remind me of when we came back; they
turned their backs on us.
They remind me of the time we spent, left there
on our own.
They remind me that it took twenty years, to welcome us back
They remind me of all the suffering,
the heartache and the pain.
They remind me if we're called upon, we'd do it
They remind me when I wear them next, the thoughts will come
at the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
"WE WILL REMEMBER THEM"
Then, I looked down at her smiling
face, and I knew it had not got thru,
I said, "Listen love, they're to
remind me, I did it all for you".
©Copyright 2001 by Ned