But the band played Waltzing Matilda,
when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive,
in that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive,
though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
and when I woke up in my hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead.
Never knew there was worse things than dyin’.
With Anzac Day coming up next Saturday, The Band Played Waltzing Matilda by Eric Bogle was an obvious choice for me. It captures the futility and stupidity of war, as well as the personal impact it has on individuals.
As you might have noticed, the songs for Sunday over the past few weeks have been my way of remembering all those who have suffered because of war.
What songs would you include?
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