Hearing the Last Post played always sends a shiver up my spine.
Lest We Forget.
Hearing the Last Post played always sends a shiver up my spine.
Lest We Forget.
Never too old to Rock n Roll.
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I thought the last one of the day was "Tattoo" ?![]()
Main jist of Last Post to me is the words "Lest we forget"can remember that from scouts lol,but even as a 10yr old walking beside the old guys was great,shame 35yrs later they aren't around in numbers.Had a talk to an old guy quietly when having chemo,he had sense of humour second to none,reckoned the gerry's couldn't get him"fucked if chemo will,bastard cancer",he never shed a tear at anzac(and didn't go till much later)but opening survivors lap for relay for life he told me that was more humbling than anzac parades.When I said we can't comprehend the shit they went through he shook my hand and said he wished all young uns would listen(was good to be thought of young at 42),hes still active 6 yrs later and in his late 80's.
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I had a hunt and you are right, my written music calls it Tattoo, but I have always heard it referred to as The Retreat. It was played at 10pm to call soldiers back to the barracks.
And that sums up the attitude of that generation of men really.
Here are the words for Last Post
Come home
Come home
The last post is sounding for you to hear
All good soldiers know very well there is nothing to fear
While what they do is right, and forget, all the worries the have met, in their duties through the year
A soldier can not always be great
But he can be a gentle man and he can be a right good pal
To his comrades in his squad
So all you soldiers listen to this
Deal fair by all and you'll never be amiss
Be Brave
Be Brave
Be honest and true men.
One of the current myths is that the "Last post" was born from the American civil war. In the darkness the cries of a wounded soldier could be heard , an officer crawled out into nomans land and dragged the wounded man back to his lines under fire from both sides. When he got back to his lines the man was dead and he saw under the light that is was his son. He wrote a poem which was used to create the "Last Post". Bit of useless information but it is what Anzac day is all about.
Straight there at 6:30 after finishig work at 5:30, well worth the effort.
And the rum/tea at the RSA afterwards was good to.
Good on those old bastards who fought for our rights.
(That fuckwits now take advantage of and abuse)
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Attended the 6oclock service here,not a bad turnout but like every year i wonder at peoples apathy,they gave so much yet many cant bother with getting outta bed to show there respect.
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Heck you nailed that in one. I am also proud of my English heritage. My grandfather was English and fought at the Somme, his brother fought at Gallipoli. My father was in the RNZAF WW2 and was seconded to the RAF, radar technician and commissioned.
But I also have a bit of a cynical view of the English at times. I can remember going through immigration at Heathrow a couple of years or so back and being in a slow moving line of ''aliens''. Im watching the fast track EU line inclusive of Germans getting through rather quickly. And Im thinking hang on, weve helped you English out in a couple of world wars and we had the highest attrition rate per capita of any allied trops in our service to King and commonwealth. And in my opinion our greatest war hero was not Freyberg ( he was a failure ) but Sir Keith Park who made all the calls about where the RAF was to respond to the Luftwaffe during the Battle of Britain. And in recognition of all that we get treated like lepers....But dont get me wrong, we need more English immigrants in preference to those that are abusing the system.
I attended the Tinui service today with my Air Scout Group and was given the privilage of carrying the group flag with two Venturers carrying the Cub and Venture Flag. It was so touching to see these young people taking part,they did their scout group proud with their smartness of ther uniforms. I was thrilled to be able to have my grandson with me and show him a photo of his great great uncle to which he bears the same name. A great turn out for the first memorial ever celebrated in NZ.
A sad day with the loss of four Air force personal of which they were comming to Tinui after Wellington. A great day with very warm weather.
We will remember them.
In Alexandra, The Lament is played on the Bagpipes as the wreaths are laid ... its often played at military funerals.
Too many of those I have attended.
It ALWAYS brings a tear to my eye.
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