Some fragments for Anzac Day — in lieu of commentary. For reflection.
THE LANDING By a Man of the Tenth
Come on, lads, have a good, hot supper—there’s business doing.” So spoke No. 10 Platoon Sergeant of the 10th Australian Battalion to his men, lying about in all sorts of odd corners aboard the battleship Prince of Wales, in the first hour of the morning of April 25th, 1915. The ship, or her company, had provided a hot stew of bully beef, and the lads set to and took what proved, alas to many, their last real meal together. They laugh and joke as though picnicking. Then a voice: “Fall in!” comes ringing down the ladderway from the deck above. The boys swing on their heavy equipment, grasp their rifles, silently make their way on deck, and stand in grim black masses. All lights are out….From The Anzac Book — in my Calibre eBook Library
My father’s cousin Norman Harold Whitfield of (at the time) Wollongong
Dad in Port Moresby 1945 — in the cockpit of the broken Kittyhawk on the left,
A photo my father took at Hanuabada near Port Moresby, while serving in the RAAF — 1945
Me in my Air Force “uniform” 1945
The day has dawned
And in Shellharbour, my father’s birthplace…
My dad’s birthplace in 1911 and where he and my mum married in 1935. See my photo blog archive.
Kenneth Ross WHITFIELD (b.1897 d. 1967) m 1920 Esma H. EAST (b. 1895 d. 24 Mar. 1971)
That’s my Uncle Ken, whom I remember well.
In 2023 the start of the Shellharbour Dawn Service is a sign of an Australia that is coming to terms with all its histories — of our wars including those at home, of all our peoples, and of our personal stories. See this symbolised so beautifully here!