Lest We Forget

Today,

I have just been made aware, even though, during the day whilst busy with my hectic routine, I never stopped though, I knew it was an important day. I thought about it a couple of times and paused briefly to Remember but I never did stop…just for a moment and think…it was more a passing thought taken over by something else. I am really ashamed.

This journal isnt about me though, and please dont see it like that. It’s more of I’m sorry for not taking that time to truly remember those that fought for us, those that bled, died, weeped and sacrificed. I would like to thank Redbubble for choosing my image and for making me grateful and for kicking me where they should and allowing my image Rememberance to sit amongst the homepage. Its an honour rarely bestowed, let alone on a day like today.
I Remember, though when i took the image and how I felt at the time, the sallow ground of Kanchanaburi where diggers died mercillessly whilst trying to build the Thai Burma Railway under the Japanese as POW’’s. I remember how I felt when I learnt Weary Dunlop’s ashes were spread on that same ground when he passed away years ago. He wanted to be amongst those men he gave so much too, those he saved, those who died in his arms, those that last looked into his eyes. I remember how I felt when I walked along the track to Hellfire Pass…hairs raising on the back of my neck. It has a very Real power and energy to it..something I cant quite describe, but you imagine the screams, of pain and endless hunger and torture under the torch light as diggers bled and died. It’s sacred ground…nothing less..its just that ‘in your face’..that you cannot go there and not feel something.. I remember seeing the little aussie flag and koala poised upon a small bronze plate and the red poppy proudly beside it…so far from home..it left a lump in my throat…and so again now…I remember feeling over awed by the sheer tenacity and will those men must have had, their strength, courage and comradeship…I remember the the grooves in the stone wall, the steel hook that protruded out of the rock, like a bone through tortured skin. It had poppies attached to it too…I remember.

To all those that have fallen

Lest We Forget.

Sal

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