Writing seems to cheer one Makes a man remember home And often makes him wonder Why he commenced to roam. Now if by chance they get me, Should put me out of gear, I’ll go out like a Briton Like you would have me, Dear. But in the meantime while I live When the bombs and cannon roar I’ll pray with all my heart, Dear, That we will meet once more. And when the boys come sailing back To great Australia fair, Among the smiling happy band, Here’s hoping I’ll be there. Lt Alfred William Salmon (AWM PR 00297) For Honour and for Her Somewhere a woman, thrusting fear away, Faces the future bravely for your sake, Toils on from dawn till dark, from day to day, Fights back the tears, no heeds the bitter ache; She loves you, trusts you, breathes in prayer your name, Soil not her faith in you by sin or shame. Somewhere a woman — mother, sweetheart, wife — Waits betwixt hopes and fears for your return; Her kiss, her words, will cheer you in the strife When death, itself, confronts you grim and stern.
