The Patriots Ode:
Only In My Brother Shall I Place My Trust,
For He Alone Is A True Patriot.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
'Lest we Forget'
2018 - PAMMC
One of Patriots true Gentleman
“In the fields of green, side by side,
With steadfast hearts, he took the ride,
For freedom, we marched as one,
Our Bonds of Brotherhood, not undone”
2022 - Murray Peel Chapter
One of Patriots true Gentleman
“In dust and smoke, they find the way,
Their strength ignites a brighter day.
For all they gave, we stand in awe,
Their spirit lives; we feel the draw..”
2022 - WA Chapter
One of Life’s true Gentleman
“As the tides ebb and flow, so does life,
In our hearts, you will forever reside,
As we bid you farewell, with Love and Pride.”
Gippsland Chapter
One of Patriots true Gentleman
“Even though he has passed,
he will be in each Patriots breast.
And his name is engraved in Honours bright Crest”
SWWA PAMMC
One of Patriots true Gentleman
“With flags unfurled, he gave his all,
To answer duty’s call.
In shades of Red, White, and Blue,
His honour brightens the skies anew.”
SWWA PAMMC
One of Patriots true Gentleman
“With flags unfurled, he gave his all,
To answer duty’s call.
In shades of Red, White, and Blue,
His honour brightens the skies anew.”
Qld Townsville Chapter
One of Patriots true Gentleman
“Through storm and strife,
he stood his ground,
In every heart, his love was found.
We honor him for the path he trod”
Perth North Chapter
One of Patriots true Gentleman
“A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle and Patriotism is loyalty to that principle.”
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.