Today at the 11th hour of the 11th month, we will remember them.
Faintly fallen, but not forgotten
Our fathers, brothers, cousins and male counterparts; enlist with the thought in sight, to get trained in armed combat and go out and fight.
Standing tall, next to a brother in arms, all of them, not knowing if their next step would be their last.
This fight, their plight combined with the racist realities back home, somehow kept them going, however their individual war torn experience went down.
Those who were fortunate enough to survive were afforded a comfortable passage on the return ride.
Upon landing on the golden soil that once held them together inside, they experience a real sense of a loss of pride, wishing enemy bullets had been fatal, during their battalion’s last armed fight.
To come home, to feel alone and never be treated equally by white Australia after all of the patriotism they’ve shown.
Cover image: Private Miller Mack from South Australia served in France in the First World War. Photo courtesy the Australian War Memorial.