Remembering the Kokoda Campaign of WW2 in Papua New Guinea |
They stand stark in tropical sunlight But a glow comes from every one. Each marks the final resting place Of a father, brother , or son. They fought as only heroes fight For their country and their King No one knew the dangers they'd face Nor the heartbreak those battles would bring. They came from ordinary families From countries some near, some far They were fighting for their birthright To remain as free as they are The lie of the land was uncharted Thick jungle, steep hills everywhere They didn't know where the enemy was 'Till gunshots showed they were there Some died where they stood, unknowing, Some, infected, died slower with pain Some were patched up quite quickly And sent in to battle again. All the Hospitals down at Port Moresby Did miracles with those in their care And those Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels Retreived wounded as fast as they dare. From the mud and slush in the jungle With the murderous tropical heat They manually carried the wounded out That was a truly amazing feat. Now all that is left are the memories Of those who fought there and died So spare a thought for their loved ones An ocean of tears they have cried. The markers still stand in the sunlight Each one names some mother's son It must be time to stop fighting All battles can never be won. |