Three old diggers were they heroes or not
I cannot say
Anzac Day in Australia twenty fifth of April just passed
Did they fight in the trenches defending our country or perhaps were they flag bearers for their Unit
They wore medals on smartly pressed suit jackets, hair washed and neatly combed
Celebrated with a Dawn Service
Heads bowed in prayer laid flowered wreaths against stone monuments
Thought of the ones they left behind who did not return home as they did
Thought of those lives they knew and were lost so young
I stood in the bar on my recent vacation and watched these three distinguished old gentlemen
As they sipped their beer
Reminiscing and possibly shed a tear of sadness for the terror that they saw
Or hopefully a laugh with a fellow comrade of a happier moment they recalled
I opened my purse
Telling the bar tender, three beers for the ‘lads’ please and he smiled
He poured three beers and said these are from the young lady and pointed to me
They looked up
One by one they came through the door from the opposite lounge and walked towards me
Thank you they politely said
No one has done that for us before
I looked into their tired watery eyes
I looked down at the medals they proudly had pinned
I said you are most welcome
Happy Anzac Day boys and Thank You
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and Friday Fictioneers. This is a toughie, so a deep breath, a shake of the head and off I go!
“Ray, honestly mate do you think it will run? I mean look at it?”
“Ronnie..you doubting his..our ability here?”
“Hell, no man, but take a look at it..surely…”.
“Trust me he knows what he’s doing, just hasn’t had the glorified touches is all”.
Ronnie shook his head, picked up his can of beer.
“Listen mate, you know the old saying love can move mountains“?
“Well didn’t we build this together, because we had fun doin’ it ?”
“Yeah but still…”
“It will move mate,” Ronnie grinned, pointing, cross those mountains over there”.
Open for critique and telling me “what a load of cods” 🙂
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This has just popped into my head. I shall start. Let’s see how many twists and turns this story can take on from those that add their piece. Let’s then see how the story ends.
Two simple rules
Try and keep to the theme of what has been written.
Do not add other comments just write your lines.
I shall start with –
She had walked into the bar, dressed in jeans, white T, black blazer and her designer leather boots. Yes it was casual day at the office but she still liked to dress to impress. Sitting down at the cosy bench seat tucked away in the corner she was out of the way of the crowds that were spilling through the doorway for their after work drinks. On the table in front of her, a champagne cocktail, with obligatory pink umbrella hanging off the side of the glass, though she probably should have asked for a beer, she was in a beer mood.