Author(s): Glenda Kane
A poignant look at war through the eyes of a former member of the 18th Battalion. Told in rhyme it takes place on Anzac Day, when an old man and a young boy meet - the young boy wide-eyed and wanting to hear the glories of war and death; the old man quietly sad to remember the reality of what was faced. Age won't weary him, he said. But boy, it's wearied me. He looked out over the young one's head. And the past was all he could see.