» Wed May 11, 2011 1:39 am
So they collected the wounded, the crippled the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia,
The armless, the legless, the blind and insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay, and I looked at the space where my legs used to be,
Thank Christ there was no-one there waiting for me.
To grieve, and to mourn, and to pity.
That's what these days are dedicated to.