Poem: "Seeing It Through" (written at Tripoli rifle range, Syria)
IT THROUGH –
When you’re fed up with the army
And you’re feeling rather blue,
When parade drill drives you balmy
You’re sick of Irish stew;
Why, there’s only one thing for it –
Square your shoulders - see it through.
When you’ve sent your last quid spinning
At the game soon after pay,
Then ‘bite’ a mate that’s winning,
Till you owe a heap of ‘hay’ –
Maleesh! Just keep on grinning,
Your luck must change some day.
When the girl who’s snap you’ve carried
Since you left old Aussie’s shore,
Writes and tells you she is married
To a guy from
your chin – keep off the
You’ve a lot to thank him for.
On a route-march long and dry,
When you get a wistful yearning
For a cool blue Aussie sky;
Cheer up, mate, the others made it
And so will you and I.
Some day as we are steaming
Far across the miles of blue,
You may lie back – planning, scheming
All the things you’re going to do;
You’ll be proud to be an Anzac
the guts to see it through.