Remembrance Day 2017 Mologa Program

Remembrance Day 2017
At
MOLOGA
Order of

Order of Service
REMEMBRANCE DAY 2017
At Mologa
Welcome address and introducon of guest speaker
Jim Burrowes
The last Coastwatcher
Aged 18, Jim Burrowes eagerly signed up to join his two brothers already
involved in the Pacific War in the early days aer Pearl Harbour.
Aer brief training as a signaller, by various turns of events he
became a coastwatcher – at one point in the US Amphibious Landing
Force. Later Jim joined collegues behind enemy lines to report on
enemy acvity as part of Allied Intelligence Bureau.
Warnings of Japanese aacks provided by Coastwatchers became pivotal
in turning the de of the Japanese advance and saving Australia
from occupaon during those dark days for Australians during 1942.
Jim speaks with passion about those days and the history of in the
warme era, including his good fortune to be able to return home –
when his brothers didn’t make it.
Jim is the last surviving Coastwatcher to record the history.
Google link: thelastcoastwatcher

Would you sing with me
Abide with me
Hymn
Abide with me
Abide with me; fast falls the evende;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
Swi to its close ebbs out life’s lile day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glory pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see –
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the Skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain Shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Prayer
Prayer of Remembrance
Today we remember with thanksgiving those who made the supreme
sacrifice for us in me of war. We pray that the offering of
their lives may not have been in vain. Today, we dedicate ourselves
to the cause of jusce, freedom and peace: and for the wisdom and
strength to build a beer world.
Lets all join together in saying
The Lords Prayer
Our father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed by thy name
They Kingdom come.
Thy will be done, on earth as in heaven.
Give us his daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptaon
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
And the power and the glory,
For ever and ever. Amen

In Flanders Field by Lieutenant– Colonel John McCrea
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, sll bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
The Distribuon of the Poppies
Wreath Laying

The Ode from the poem “For the Fallen,”
By Laurence Binyon
They shall grow not old, as we are le grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
The Last Post
We pause in silence, to remember
The Rouse
Naonal Anthem
Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil,
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in Nature’s gis
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history’s page, let every stage
Advance Australia fair!
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia fair!

Prayer
God bless Australia
Guard our people
Guide our leaders
And give us peace
And peace to those who laid down their lives
To defend our naon
We remember their courage and sacrifice
With thanks for freedom we enjoy
In the name of Jesus we pray. Amen
Blessing
And may the peace of God which passes all understanding,
keep our hearts in love and joy of the Lord. Amen.
An warm invitaon is extended to all to stay and enjoy
the BBQ.

We Shall Keep the Faith
By Moina Michael, November 1918
Oh! You who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet—to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.
And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We’ll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders fields.
Produced by Mologa and District Landcare Group 2017