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Burn MY Flag? Not bloody likely, mate!

Poster by Department of Munitions, Melbourne 1942. Screen-printed in black, blue & red on white.

It's the Soldier
 Charles M. Province

A protest raged on a courthouse lawn,
Round a makeshift stage they charged on,
Fifteen hundred or more they say,
Had come to burn a Flag that day.

A boy held up the folded Flag,
Cursed it, and called it a dirty rag.
An old man pushed through the angry crowd,
With a rusty shotgun shouldered proud.

His uniform jacket was old and tight,
He had polished each button, shiny and bright.
He crossed that stage with a soldier's grace,
Until he and the boy stood face to face.

Freedom of Speech, the old man said,
Is worth dying for and good men are dead,
So you can stand on this courthouse lawn,
And talk us down from dusk to dawn,

But before any Flag gets burned today,
This old man is going to have HIS say !

My father died on a foreign shore,
In a war they said would end all war.
But Tommy and I weren't even full grown,
Before we fought in a war of our own.

And Tommy died at Sattelberg Hill,
In the jungle shadows, where he lies still,
Where good men raised this Flag so high,
That the whole damn world could see it fly.

I got this bum leg that I still drag,
Fighting for this same old Flag.
Now there's but one shot in this old gun,
So now it's time to decide which one,

Which one of you will follow our lead,
To stand and die for what you believe?
For as sure as there is a rising sun,
You'll burn before this Flag burns, son.

Now this riot never came to pass.
The crowd got quiet and that can of gas,
Got set aside as they walked away
To talk about what they had heard this day.

And the boy who had called it a "dirty rag",
Handed the old soldier the folded Flag.
So the battle of the Flag this day was won
By a tired old soldier with a rusty gun,

  • Who for one last time, 

    • had to show to some,

    • This  Flag may FADE, but



"Burn my Flag and I will shoot you........but I'll shoot you with a lot of love, like a good American". 

Johnny Cash, American entertainer, country music legend.

New Guinea, 1943-12-03. Sergeant T. C. Derrick VC, DCM of Adelaide, SA, who led a South Australian Unit in a successful attack against the Japanese held village of Sattelberg, hoists the Australian Flag (a Red Ensign). He was awarded the VC for this action.

Portrait of NX169503 Private Norman Leslie Gomm, 2/23rd Infantry Battalion, wounded at Sattelberg 1943-11-24 and reported as having died as a prisoner of war (POW) c. 1943-11-30 aged 19. Here he is shown as a Lance Corporal before he reverted to Private at his own request. (Donor: W.H. Connell)

  The Diggers didn't even burn these hated flags.

so by what right do the flag burners do their thing to the Flag that saved them from speaking Japanese, as slaves?

New Guinea. November 1943. Troops grouped around a captured Japanese Battle Flag at Coconut Ridge during the attack on Sattelberg. Matilda tanks were used to blast Japanese positions in the village.


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