Ross Ainscough

Ross Ainscough and All Who Served, Khaki clad and given a gun, Shipped off to a war that could not be won, Many Mates died but he returned, Never to settle, mentally burned. We laughed, we drank, we shared a feed, A cobber to many, A true Mate indeed, Loved and missed each and every day, On the 25th a Wreath we will lay. At Dawn tears flow as with rum we toast, To honour our ANZACS, sound the 'Last Post' Lest We Forget