Andrew+Clay

Andrew Clay in this wiki you will find analysis of Australians at war. I will be looking at WW1 and the propaganda that was posted throughout Australia at that time. I will also be looking at the film "Gallipoli" and the poster that was used to advertise it for annotating. I will be analysing a poem from australians in WW1.

I saw a kid marchin’ with medals on his chest.He marched alongside Diggers marching six abreast.He knew that it was ANZAC Day - he walked along with pride.He did his best to keep in step with the Diggers by his side. And when the march was over the kid was rather tired.A Digger said “Whose medals, son?” to which the kid replied:“They belong to daddy, but he did not come back.He died up in New Guinea on a lonely jungle track”. The kid looked rather sad then and a tear came to his eye.The Digger said “Don’t cry my son and I will tell you why.Your daddy marched with us today - all the blooming way.We Diggers know that he was there - it’s like that on ANZAC Day”. The kid looked rather puzzled and didn’t understand, But the Digger went on talking and started to wave his hand.“For this great land we live in, there’s a price we have to payFor we all love fun and merriment in this country where we live.The price was that some soldier his precious life must give. For you to go to school my lad and worship God at will,Someone had to pay the price so the Diggers paid the bill.Your daddy died for us my son - for all things good and true.I wonder if you understand the things I’ve said to you”. The kid looked up at the Digger - just for a little whileAnd with a changed expression, said, with a lovely smile:“I know my dad marched here today - this is ANZAC Day.I know he did. I know he did, all the bloomin’ way”. ||
 * ANZAC Day





Account of the ANZAC landing written by the British journalist Ellis Ashmead-Barlett 'the australians rose to the occasion. They did not wait for orders, or for the boats to reach the beach but sprang into the sea, formed sort of a rough line and rushed at the enemys trenches.their magazines were not charged, so they just went in with cold steel, and it was over in a minute, for the turks in the first trench had either been bayonetted or run away, and the maxim guns were captured. The Australians found themselves facing an almost perpendicular cliff of loose sandstone covered with thick shrubbery. Somewhere half way up the enemy had a second trench strongly held, from which there poured a terrible fire on the troops below and those pulling back to the torpedo boat destroyers for a second landing party. Here was a tough proposition to tackle in the darkness, but these colonials are practical above all else, and went about it in a practical way... They stopped a few minutes to pull themselves together, got rid of their packs and charged their magazines of their rifles. Then the race of athletes proceeded to scale the cliffs, without responding to the enemy's fire. They lost some men, but did not worry. But then the Australasians whose blood was up, instead of entrenching, rushed northwards and eastwards, searching for fresh enemies to bayonet. It was difficult country in which to entrench. Therefore the prefered to advance. A serious problem was getting the wounded from the shore… the courage displayed by these wounded Australians will never be forgotten… in fact I have never seen anything like these wounded Australians in war before. Though many were shot to bits without hope of recovery, their cheers resounded throughout the night...they were happy because they knew they had been tried for the first time and had not been found wanting… There has been no finer feat in this war than this sudden landing in the dark and the storming of the heights, above all holding on while the reinforcements were landing. Melbourne argus, 8 may 1915