Siste mannen från Gallipoli återser sina kamrater

[Hans Rosenberg]

http://www.dailytelegraph.news.com.au/c ... 01,00.html

"So now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams and past glory
But the old men march slowly, their bones stiff and sore
Tired old men from the tired old war
And the young people ask what are they marching for
And I ask meself the same question

But the band played Waltzing Matilda
And the old men they answer the call
But year by year those old men disappear
Soon no-one will march there at all"

[B Hellqvist]

RIP, Mr Campbell. Their Name Liveth For Evermore.

Det är när man sätter sig in i enskilda personers öden som krigen blir mer gripbara (om än inte mer begripliga...).

http://www.algonet.se/~enda/vm_1897_sv.htm