A True Blue Aussie, Far From Green

By George Mansford

I know this scribble is a touch repetitive but it’s very difficult to ignore such a slur in recent times directed at our national flag by a politician. Personal resentment was magnified when a view was triggered at a time when some of us were in a phase of paying final salutes to a dear old comrade, Frank Moffitt.

I watched the service, with Moff sleeping beneath the flag he had loved so dearly. A beautiful flag, it is so rich with its colour, pride and history.  A flag that signalled our birth as a nation, and is flown each and every day, be it peace or war and so often during tragedies and trials organised by Mother Nature. Our flag embraces an ever-growing Nation with people from all walks of life, including many born in a far distant old world. An old world carrying its own invisible ball and chains of varying social classes, and with a ladder of rules regarding social status as you climbed each rung.

 Moff was born under our flag, and in his youth, volunteered to fight and defend it. His family paid a price for such loyalty. One brother was killed in action and another badly wounded. Still a teenager, Moff took the oath to serve his country and when age permitted, went to war in the Pacific where he was wounded and remained in service to the end of the World War 2.

 He once more took the oath and remained a soldier for over three decades. He served in Korea, Malayan Emergency, Thai border, and Vietnam. Including World War Two, it was a total of over ten years of Active Service plus. During such Service, he was wounded four times.  In one of his three tours in Vietnam, he was awarded the USA Silver Medal for bravery.

Moff was loved and admired by all who served with him. So often weary, cold, wet, thirsty and hungry, he and his mates together risked all, be they black, brown brindle, white or in between. Their interest in colour was only in the same coloured uniform they wore. When our national flag was raised or lowered in their presence, be they on parade or passing by, they would readily salute the sacred thread with pride.  They were as one with an indestructible sense of brotherhood, loyalty, purpose and pride.  Despite so many broken political promises, there were no tantrums or chest thumping. They gritted their teeth and soldiered on for their beloved country.

 Our military from all generations has never had any thought of dwelling in coffee shops sipping latte coffee, or is it coffee latte? and planning mischief at a national level, including denigration of our beautiful flag by using it to create national disunity. Perhaps our bloke in Green and his cohorts should have used such time fighting to honour so many broken promises made to veterans by governments over countless years? While Master Green and his mates strut the Great Hall of Canberra with heavy pockets full of gold coins, waiting for the dinner bell, our military is too busy defending and often dying for what that sacred cloth represents

 

Get Rid of the Fool in Green

I see the campfire well alight

Burning with true blue flame so bright

A growing welcome heat that spreads far and wide

Well beyond the silence of the bush with ever angry stride

Reaching out to all, with our proud Southern Cross above

Now’s the time to speak out and defend the flag we dearly love

No matter seasons, our flag stands high, perhaps tattered and torn

The cruellest of tests endured, yet unity and purpose never shorn

It has always been that way, forever since our nation was born

The drover’s wife, shearer, nurse, teacher, clerk and who ever

From opulence in city to the smallest of bark huts in the Never Never

From the ghostly columns of the fallen come fiery forceful gusts of rage

From the youngest of students now beginning life with a new history page

From all walks of life who have sweated, bled and toiled in life

From those with empty pockets and other battlers in strife

The time is overdue to remind our Suits in Parliament who we are

Fair dinkum Aussies loyal to our flag with its genes and Cross of Stars

We can start with this overfed Yarper in Green

Not knowing where he’s going, and doesn’t care where he’s been

George Mansford ©29 June2022

 

 

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4 comments

  • Dave McDonald July 6, 2022   Reply →

    Hi Ray,

    As manager of the RAR National Memorial Walk and therefore, by default, the lucky man who is in charge of a wonderful band of man and women called Dad’s Army. We, all volunteers, in our seventies and beyond meet every Monday morning at the Walk to do maintenance, weeding, trimming etc. We have one thing in common – Camaraderie and pride. Camaraderie because we are all mates no matter which Battalion we served and pride because we did our thing for the Regiment, our Country under our wonderful flag.

    My question is, can I pass on George’s epistle to my DA Friends. In other words will I transgressing any copyright laws etc

  • Ken Coleman July 7, 2022   Reply →

    Good stuff

  • Ken Coleman July 7, 2022   Reply →

    Good stuff. Lets keep our treasured Flag

  • Ray Swankie July 7, 2022   Reply →

    I have made 1 comment about this green d754 head we live in the greatest country in this world of ours and pricks like him who got a great education whether public or private and is able to sit on his hands with his finger up his ass and make comments like that.

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