On February 26 I took a sentimental journey up the Hume Highway to the town of Seymour. Normally it would take apx. 1 and quarter hours BUT our beloved government is building wire barriers everywhere . To save who I have no idea.
Seymour or rather to the west of Seymour is Puckapunyal. It is one of Australia’s’ Armies many training bases. My niece (amber) ex-school friend recently passed through here as an infantryman.
In the sixties it was the home of the Australian governments idea of joining that war.
They introduced NATIONAL SERVICE, a conscription enlistment that was far from voluntary. It was a way to get ‘eligible’ young men to sign up and help Australia fight the “communist scourge”. My father was called up and of he took, to do his duty. He loved it and really really wanted to go with his new friends including guys he knew from back home. This, in later years , was the basis for his war toy collection, books, memorabilia, volunteer work and interest came from. I often wondered how different my ( our ) lives would have been; if he had just been allowed to go.
Alas he wasn’t because he was a primary producer and he and his brother were knocked back.
After visiting Holly at the cemetery ( 2 years now since she passed away) .
I decide to stop and look at the truly inspiring, interesting and sad monument walk that has been created by the towns people of Seymour.
It is a long curved wall at the end of a grove of white ghost gums , one for each person, the writing is a little hard to read in the photos but is amazingly beautiful at night as the wall is light from behind.
So here is a slideshow of some of that walk. I admit to crying for the loss of my father, holly , his friends, and many many other courageous people. When will we learn??? who knows because it seems to be coming full circle again.