Nov 1, 2009

Thank You to our Australian Defence Forces.... especially to my Hero, MY HUSBAND

This video is not related to any rubber stamping, scrapbooking or any sort of paper crafts but dedicated to my Darling Husband ( We love you and we miss you DAD) and to all our brave men and women who have served and are serving in Afghanistan, East Timor, Kuwait and other places... THANK YOU GUYS! Be safe and hurry home. I would also like to thank Kristy01 for posting this wonderful site in YouTube.

I Do This For You

There’s blood on my uniform
And blood on my hands
And words won’t do justice to the things I’ve seen
That shouldn’t be seen by any man
You can say what you want
You have the right
So go ahead and speak your mind
But don’t judge me

Cuz I do what they tell me to do
And i’m proud to wear these clothes
And stand beside heroes in these boots
And even if you don’t want me to
I do this for you

Now you can say that war is not the answer
So tell me what is
And you can say that we should just give peace a chance
I thought we already did
If it were up to me
I’d be home with my kids
Someday I hope they can forgive
All the things i’ve missed

Repeat Chorus

You don’t know me
And you never asked
But i’m out here on the front lines
And i’ve got your back

Repeat Chorus

This is my Darling Husband's favorite song.. Sorry guys I just need to post this one..dedicated to my husband.. If you are bored watching the video or you think its not appropriate just log out from this site or just don't watch it :) - Have a great day!

Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing-out parade at Puckapunyal
It was a long march from cadets.
The sixth battalion was the next to tour, and it was me who drew the card.
We did Canungra, Shoalwater before we left.

And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean.
And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens.
God help me, I was only nineteen.

From Vung Tau, riding Chinooks, to the dust at Nui Dat
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home, VB and pinups on the lockers
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.

And can you tell me, doctor
, why I stil can't get to sleep?
And night-time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only ninteen.

A four week operation when each step could mean your last one on two legs
It was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down til they had you dusted off
So you closed your eyes and thought about something else.

Then someone yelled out "Contact!" and the bloke behind me swore
We hooked in there for hours, then a Godalmighty roar
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon,
God help me, he was going home in June.

I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
On a thirty-six hour rec leave in Vung Tau
And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row.

And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears
And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real.
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel
God help me, I was only nineteen.

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.


  1. Grace, I think it's VERY appropriate that you dedicated a post you your DH, and all the wonderful guys and gals who are serving overseas on our behalf.

    All our soldiers, both present and past, deserve nothing less than the full support of us at home - as well as out thanks and gratitude.

    Please pass on my best wishes to your DH. I hope he stays safe.

  2. Hi there Morty, thank you for your positive comments I really do appreciate it. I totally agree with you. I cannot imagine what they are going through in the foreign land whilst we are enjoying our freedom back home. I will surely pass on your best wishes to DH I will copy paste your post so that he can read it. Once again thank you Morty.

  3. You're more than welcome Grace. I hope he gives all his mates over there the same message - we want them all home soon, safe and sound.

    BTW - love how you've done your blog - very pretty.



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