|
1914 - 1918 |
| Corp. J. L. Moore |
Corp. R. Hurd |
Corp. W. G. Brown |
Pte. J.D. Burt |
| Pte. M. Kaley |
Capt. T.A. Authurs |
Pte. A. Anderson |
Pte. F. Elkington |
| Pte. F. Wills |
Pte. J. Fryer |
Pte. T. Irving |
Pte. G. McLeod |
| Pte. A. Winterburn |
Lieut. H.G. King |
Pte. A. Gribben |
Pte. P. Radlord |
| Sgt. W. Lee |
Pte. P. Godfrey |
Corp. F. Masters |
Pte. J.J. Kennedy |
| Sgt. Maj. N. Stuckey |
Pte. S. R. Adamson |
Pte. Authur Hadley |
Pte. Edward Harrison |
| Capt. C.M. Carbert M.C. |
Pte. Orville Fletcher |
Pte. Edward Hamman |
Pte. William Tremblett |
| Pte. James Miline |
Pte. Clarence Carton |
Corp. John H. Blair |
Pte. William Grahame |
| Pte. William McIntyre |
Pte. J.L. Kingsbury |
Pte. Harvey Elliot |
Pte. Westley Roberts |
| Pte. H.C. Elsley |
Pte. Fred Hilson |
Pte. Joseph Fryer |
Pte. Allan Reading |
| Pte. Howard C. Robinson |
Pte. William Roberts |
Pte. Melvin Bonas |
|
|
|
|
|
Post War Active Service |
| John S. Crocker |
Thomas Edwards |
James Gamble |
Henry Hampson |
| Robert J. Mutrie |
J. Wilfred Oakes |
Peter Pick |
Arnold Phillips |
| William W. Salmmon |
R. John Stumpf |
Gordon Wilson |
|
|
In
Flanders Fields
In
Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead, Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the
foe;
To you with failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lt.Col. John McCrae
|
|
1939 - 1945 |
| Sgt. Pilot C. Taylor |
Flt. Sgt. Peter McLaren |
P.O. Clarence Elsey |
Sgt. Marshall Wilson |
| Pte. R. Cecil Wilson |
A.C. E.A. Anderson |
Flt. Sgt. K. H. Buck |
F.O. W.R. Ellwood |
| Pte. John Gibbsons |
Pte. Wilson Gordon |
F.O. J.T. Guthrie |
Lieut. Rae Hiller |
| Sgt. William McCron |
Sgt. Wilfred McCron |
Sgt. Gordon K. McLennan |
Staff Sgt. N.L. McNabb |
| W.O. G.A. Molozzi |
Wing Cmdr. D.G. Morris |
Gnr. F. Near |
L Cpl. A.E. Perryman |
| Pte. R. Robertson |
L. Cpl. H.L. Simpson |
Gnr. G.A. Smethurst |
Pte. Jack Sweeney |
| Pte. G.H. Taylor |
Pte. C.H. Webster |
|
|
Post War Active Service |
| F.O.R. Rolston |
J. Ernest Edwards |
Ernest H. Gerrie |
Lawrence N. Graham |
| Jerry T. Guthrie |
Westley P. Harris |
T. Edwin Hayward |
John D. Hilts |
| Gordon E. Mack |
William H. Parkinson |
Donald F. Titt |
George R. Ware |
| Douglas W. Wheeler |
Charles H. Wilson |
|
|
 Green Fields
Of France
Well, how do you do, Private
William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died
clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they Beat the drum
slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you
down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a
sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and
stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
The sun's shining down on
these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies
dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's
Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and
damned.
And I can't help but wonder,
no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you
"The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end
wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the
shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.
© Eric Bogle, Arrangement/Artist
The Corries |
|
1950 - 1953 |
| |
Storey. Pte. A.E. |
Works. Pte. F.G. |
|
|
|
 |
SUPPORT OUR TROOPS - WEAR RED ON FRIDAYS
BACK TO TOP
