By Tomas ‘Paddy’ Hamilton

He was just a kid with acne, when he first wore his jungle greens About to learn the hard way,

“Don’t forget me cobber,” the cry rang out from hell that was Fromelles bloody battlefield, where five thousand diggers fell

THERE’S A PAIR OF BOOTS, WITH A DIGGER’S HAT, MOUNTED FOR ALL TO SEE – A SILENT IMMORTAL TRIBUTE, FOR THEY’RE SURE TO OUTLAST ME.

The military has long had mascots, eagles, bulls and sheep, But when parades are over, someone has to sweep, The droppings…

It’s just a battered tea chest, with its’ secrets long secured Within its tired and weathered frame, their future was

I had not long left the service and had so much time on hand, I tried to set up a vegie patch, on my little piece of land.