The Day Simmo and Duffy Saved My Life!

The Day Simmo and Duffy Saved My LifeT’was 1915, and away I did sail,
Aboard a ship, to a land far away.I can still hear me Mum’s anguished wail,As she waved me goodbye, safe on the land.None of us knew to where we were bound,Only that we were called to war.Me mates and joked, while others, they prayed,Maybe they knew what we were in for.

On the 25th of April, the warning bells sounded,We jumped off the carriers, and were herded ashore,To be greeted by a hail of bullets and bombs,And I remember thinking, what am I here for?But there we were,running up the beach,Only to be ambushed, by those terror-some Turks.Gunfire roared around us that day,As “Duck, Take cover!”,I shouted to Bluey and Dirks.

Dirks did the deed, and sheltered in rocks,Bluey however was not quite so lucky,As a bullet ripped through tendon and muscle,I thought he’d make it, cos Bluey was plucky.So, Bluey was caught in the crossfire from hell,
And I knew it was my time to make a stand.‘Cos being an Aussie, we look after our mates,And if their stuck, we’ll always give em a hand.

So with me gun on me shoulder, and heart in me mouth,I bolted over to where Bluey did lie.Dodging northward, east and sometimes south,I finally made it to Bluey, with a tear in me eye.The sight that greeted me will haunt me for ever,For Bluey was looking me straight in the eye.But I could also see the big gaping wound in his gut,And that day on the beach, me mate Bluey did die.

With no time for goodbyes, I knew I had to go,
And fight my way back to where me mates held fast.
Ducking, dodging, diving and weaving until Arrgggh!
A sniper had got me, and I thought that breathe was me last.