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And then there were none...

The last known living combat veteran from WWI passes into the light.

"And their ghosts can be heard, as they march there by the billabong, singing "Who'll go a-waltzing Matilda with me?"

Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we close the book on my grandfather's war... and dance.  In Memoriam of Claude Stanley Choules, who experience of war caused him to reject war, and that is just fine by me.

H/t, Mike L.

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John,

Somehow I think he would have relished this verse:

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
 
Jim - where d'you think I got the words I put in quotes?
 
 When a man experiences the horror of war, and opposes it, I can repect that. When little babies burn draft cards and shout "Hell no, we won't go," I hold them in contempt. Good men don't want to get shot at, or have fin stabilized ordnance wafted their way, but they know that all too many times it's necessary because of evil men in the world.

 
Oh my...photo #7.  So very, very young.
 
..a toast to his life!
 
Shai Dorsai.  It was certainly his right to reject the horror of war.

Take a break, old timer, you're the last of your breed.  Now you share stories with your friends in Fiddler's Green.
 
You mean you don't channel my thoughts?  I thought the whole stanza more compelling especially the last few lines.  That's all.
 

Jim - true enough, but I didn't want to get any Aussies who are tired of Bogle's muse to go into seizures...