Adieu, the years are a broken song
and the right grows weak in the strife with the wrong
The lilles of love have a crimson stain
And the old days never will come again

(Australian Soldiers diary)

For my Husband, my Dad, my Brother
soldiers all

and for all the men and women who have served and have given the ultilmate scarifce, and for those that may still serve like those of my family. They give so we may live free.

remember the slain

remember the injured

remember those they left behind

remember and pray


you know, after being a soldiers daughter, I never wanted to be a soldiers wife. Who said God does not have a sense of humour.