Men in uniform so proud and brave,
hoping they will not be put, put in a grave.
The battle went on and on,
they fought long and strong.
They sat all alone,
unsure if they would make it home.
The fight to survive was hard,
the enemy played all the right cards.
Blood, red and bright it everywhere,
bodies falling down with no care.
My grandfather told the stories of medals and glory.
I have his three medals to remember him by,
the story they told was not a lie.
Now I sit and wonder why oh why!
Rozelle Public School