Its that time of the year again when Hubby tosses away his old shirt and jeans image, cleans his shoes brushes down his best bib and tucker namely his black Blazer and conventional strides, pins on his collection of campaign medals- one in a high order bracket, to spend most of what is known in Australia as "ANZAC DAY" Which is for those living elsewhere the major war commemmoration day in Australia which coincides with the gallipoli landing in Turkey April 25 1915 WW1. Anzac day draws in all other known conflicts involving Australians, and of course British Commonwealth ex service veterans too, which includes hubbies dear friends and former shipmates he served with up to 63 years ago, there are only a handful left but hubby is in constant touch with them all and meets with them several times a year as well as the occasional final farewell. Hubby served on the 40,000 ton Brit Battle Ship (HMS KING GEORGE V Which had a hand in sinking the BISMARK) in various parts of the globe as well in the pacific with the American naval forces , although based in Australia ww2, and now an Australian cit, he has been deemed not Australian enough for a medical benefits gold card, bet our PM little johnny chicken hawk gets one. the asshole.
It was in the early 70s when we first attended an Anzac day celebration, it was late in the day and by the time that we arrived most people were boozed up to their eyeballs, Hubby was asked dont you have medals to wear by an over officious goon, hubby replied he was sorry to be late as he had his employment factor and five kids to feed to consider and would he help him pin his gongs on," sure" said the goon who was embarrassed to see hubby out stripped goons collection of medals by five"Where's your sprig of Rosemary "asked the goon to hubby, I then spoke up to the goon,
" Here I am, My hero lover and favorite person brings me to the club every week not just annually Boofhead" Hubby smiled and I pushed my way through the drunks and bought hubby a cold beer.
Vests Wife, ROSEMARY.