ANZAC DAY 2022

ANZAC DAY
2022
AT
MOLOGA

ANZAC Day at MOLOGA
8 am Monday 25 th April 2022
Due to the pandemic, shortfalls were experienced,
but in the end, we are now in a better place.
Invitation to all community and descendants of
our soldiers to join with the Mologa and District
Landcare Group in commemorating our war
heroes on ANZAC Day at the Mologa War
Memorial, service commencing at 8 am.
Guest Speaker Allison Marlow Paterson
After the service a Bar-B-Que breakfast will be
served and all attending are asked to stay and
have a chat.
Thank you for your participation.
Bill Boyd
President of the
Mologa and District
Landcare Group

Order of service
ANZAC Day 2022
at Mologa
welcome address and introduction of
MC
Marie Noelker
The booklet “Faces to Names” about our war
heroes on the Memorial is still available.
The booklet “100 Years WW1 Memorial at
Mologa, Victoria,” is also available.
(Flags lowered)

The Lord’s Prayer
Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done;
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
ANZAC DAY PRAYER
God of love and liberty, we bring our thanks this day for
the peace and security we enjoy, which was won for us
through the courage and devotion of those who gave their
lives in time of war. We pray that their labour and sacrifice
may not be in vain, but that their spirit may live on in us
and in generations to come. That the liberty, truth and
justice which they sought to preserve may be seen and
known in all the nations upon earth. This we pray in the
name of the one who gave his life for the sake of the
world, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Recitation of poem
In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant
Colonel
John McCrea
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That marks our place; and in the sky
The larks, still 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 the 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.

Wreath Laying
The Ode
Comes from the Fallen, a poem by the English poet and
writer Laurence Binyon
Read by
Alina Gould
“They shall grow not old, as we are left to 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.”
Last Post
One Minute’s silence
Rouse
(Flag raised)

AUSTRALIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM
Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are one and free:
We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil;
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in nature’s gifts
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.
Beneath our radiant Southern Cross
We’ll toll with hearts and hands;
To make this Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who’ve come across the seas
We’ve boundless plains to share;
With courage let us all combine
To Advance Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let us sing,
Advance Australia Fair.

Guest Speaker
Allison Marlow Paterson
Allison Marlow Paterson is an
Australian Author who writes
stories of our past for children
and adults alike. Allison’s
writing reflects her passion for
the past. In addition to creating
books for adults and picture
books about growing up on the farm, she is the
author of the
ABIA and CBCA notable title ANZAC Sons: Fife
Brothers on the Western Front.
Her 2018 release Australia Remembers: ANZAC
Day, Remembrance Day and War Memorials
heralds a new non-fiction series, with the next
arriving in 2020. Allison’s first novel for young
adults – Follow After Me – was created while
undertaking a May Gibbs Children’s Literature
Trust Fellowship.

The Sunshine Coast is where Allison enjoys life as
a writer, presenter and publishing consultant.
Closing Thanks
Ceremony concludes and BBQ
Breakfast follows.
The Australian
“The Bravest thing God
Ever made”
A BRITISH OFFICER’S OPINION
The skies that arched his land were blue,
His bush-born winds were warm and sweet,
And yet from earliest hours he knew
The tides of victory and defeat:
From fierce floods thundering at his
Birth,
From red droughts ravening while he played,
He learned to fear no foes on earth –
“The bravest thing God ever made.”

The bugles of the Motherland
Rang ceaselessly across the sea,
To call him and his lean brown band
To shape Imperial destiny;
He went, by youth’s grave purpose willed,
The goal unknown, the cost unweighed,
the promise of his blood fulfilled –
“The bravest thing God ever made.”
We knew – it is our deathless pride! –
The splendor of his first fierce blow;
How reckless, glorious, undenied,
He stormed those steel-lined cliffs
we know!
And none who saw him scale the height
Behind his recking bayonet-blade
Would rob him of his title right –
“The bravest thing God ever made.”
Bravest, where half a world of men
Are brave beyond all earth’s rewards,
So stoutly none shall charge again

Till the last breaking of the
swords;
Wounded or hale, won home from war,
Or yonder by the Lone Pine laid,
Give him due for evermore –
“The bravest thing God ever Made.”
W.H.O., in London “Punch”

Simpson and his donkey, 1915
Arguably Australia’s most famous soldier is neither a
general nor a Victoria Cross recipient, but a stretcher
bearer who served briefly in the nation’s first major
campaign. Peter Corlett’s sculpture ‘Simpson and his
donkey, 1915’ marks both a reaffirmation and a fresh look
at this essential ANZAC story. The work describes a
dangerous journey. Pain and fatigue are etched into the
face of the wounded soldier, in the protruding veins of his
forearms and in the rigid extension of his injured leg. The
crumpled ragged clothing and roughly bandaged ankle
reveal the desperate conditions borne in the midst of
battle. Other carefully chosen details remind us that these
are Australian soldiers fighting at Gallipoli, the slouch hat,
Rising Sun badges and the puttees wound above the
boots. The donkey wearing the Red Cross insignia also
shows the strain. In contrast to the human figures, it
seems less then life size, and with the awkward positioning
of its front legs, and its precarious forward lean, we fear it
may topple over. Simpson is looking ahead from under the
brim of his slouch hat and guides the party forward. His
responsibility to his charge is not only an emotional link
but a real, physical connection, with his strong arm firmly
supporting the injured soldier and steadfastly taking the
weight across his shoulders. The sculpture is warm,
accessible and above all, a work about humanity. Corlett
intended the figures to be touched, and hoped that the
donkey’s nose would eventually be rubbed

Smooth by children. Fifteen years later the donkey’s nose
is shiny, a testament to Simpson’s story having been
brought alive for yet another generation of Australians.’
Fiona Clarke

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 flowers 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 teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.

Mologa and District
Landcare Group Inc
memories@mologalandcare.com
http://www.mologalandcare.com
ga