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We Are Veterans.

We left home as teenagers for an unknown adventure.

We loved our country enough to defend it and protect it with our own life.

We said goodbye to friends and family and everything we knew.

We learned the basics and then we scattered in the wind to the far corners of the Earth.

We found new friends and new family.

We became brothers and sisters.

We had plenty of good times, and plenty of bad times.

We didn’t get enough sleep.

We smoked and drank too much.

We picked up both good and bad habits.

We worked hard and played harder.

We didn’t earn a great wage.

We experienced the happiness of mail call and the sadness of missing important events.

We didn’t know when or even if we were ever going to see home again.

We grew up fast, and yet somehow, we never grew up at all.

We fought for our freedom as well as the freedom of others.

Some of us saw actual combat, and some of us didn’t.

Some of us saw the world, and some of us didn’t.

Some of us dealt with physical warfare, most of us dealt with psychological warfare.

We have seen and experienced and dealt with things that we can’t fully describe or explain.

Not all of our sacrifices were physical.

We participated in time-honoured ceremonies and rituals with each other, strengthening our bonds and camaraderie.

We counted on each other to get our job done and sometimes to survive it at all.

We have dealt with victory and tragedy.

We have celebrated and mourned.

We lost a few along the way.

When our adventure was over, some of us went back home, some of us started somewhere new.

Some of us never came home at all.

We have told amazing and hilarious stories of our exploits and adventures.

We share an unspoken bond with each other that most people don’t have and few will understand.

We speak highly of our own branch of service and poke fun at the other branches.

But we know that if needed, we will be there for our brothers and sisters and stand together as one in a heartbeat.

Being a veteran is something that had to be earned, and it can never be taken away.

It has no monetary value, but at the same time, it is a priceless gift.

People see a veteran and they thank them for their service.

When we see each other, we give that little upwards head nod, or a slight smile, knowing that we have shared and experienced things that most people have not.

So from myself to the rest of the veterans out there, I commend and thank you for all that you have done and sacrificed for your country.

Try to remember the good times, and forget the bad times.

Share your stories.

But most importantly, stand tall and proud, for you have earned the right to be called a VETERAN.

Merry Christmas, wherever you are.

Harry Harrison

Folks, this is just to let you know, that Harry Harrison, suffered a stroke on Sunday Afternoon, whilst visiting his Wife Win, in the Nursing Home, she now resides in. He was a lucky man, because an attendant found him and called a Ambulance straight away, he was taken to a local Hospital in the Suburb of Knox, who then straight away referred him to one of our main Hospitals in Melbourne ( Royal Melbourne), where a surgeon operated on him Sunday Night to remove a clot, which was situated in the regions of the upper neck.  Visited him this morning as soon as I knew, he looked the cheerful lad we all know.  As he said if it had have happened at home, I think the results would have been different.  He has movements in all limbs, speech slightly slurred, but nothing that he cannot overcome.

Can I please ask Phil would you let the committee know, harry had a lot of contacts in the Ganges Family
Scotty, although you have stood down could you please let the Queensland members know

James could let W.A. members know
Thank you All.
Any changes will let you know

The 6 P’s..

A former sailor checks his watch, he is 5 minutes early for his interview, looking in the mirror he straightens his tie and remembers his Chief Petty Officer doing this to him many years ago and saying, “Remember the six P’s shipmate! ‘Poor Preparation Produces Piss Poor Performance’ . . ” his words as he showed him how to tie a half Windsor knot, the ex-sailor checks the shine of his shoes, the length of his shirt cuffs protruding his suit jacket and cleanliness of his fingernails, he’s GTG.

The interviewer asks the ex-matelot what he can offer the company as it seems his 22 years of service may not offer evidence of his suitability.

The ex-sailor leans forward in his chair, “Excuse me sir if I may politely add I was not just a sailor, I was a brother to those that needed a brother, I have seen countries that most people dream about and seen things most people have nightmares about. I was trained to do things other people can’t, I am physically and mentally strong, I was trained to save those injured around me and encourage those that struggled close to me.

I served my country to protect those that couldn’t protect themselves, I worked hours that would break most people in some of the most horrendous conditions.

Sir I was more than a sailor, I was a Royal Navy Sailor

And I was a Royal Naval sailor, Amen Me Hearties, Splice the Main Brace!