On Remembrance Day 2026

My little swim group usually marks Remembrance Day with either some stories of those we remember or some verse that makes us think about the futility and tragedy of war. It seems especially relevant with the craziness happening in the Middle East and Eastern Europe.

Today I read some poetry in the pool between our sets:

Suicide in the Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon (1917)
I KNEW a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
· · · ·
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

The Dead (IV) by Rupert Brooke (1915)
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.

These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.

I found The Dead in an anthology of poetry Other Men’s Flowers compiled by A.P. Wavell (first published in 1944, when he was Viceroy in India). They were his favourite poems. He only includes one of Sassoon’s and it is also worthy of inclusion today, so here we go.

The General by Siegfried Sassoon (1917)

“Good-morning, good-morning!” the General said
When we met him last week on our way to the line.
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead,
And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
“He’s a cheery old card,” grunted Harry to Jack
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.

But he did for them both by his plan of attack.

And for those who prefer their anti-war verse with music, I offer the following songs:

https://youtu.be/BxrLVldZtmg?si=Sfk-qqK6UD2jvZ70

Zombie by The Cranberries

https://youtu.be/DCtouot15cA?si=ufZYc0ao9xbM5AeV

The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel

https://youtu.be/Zu0hh7eI4_A?si=goc-tztGg-IRHwV8

Eve of Destruction by Barry McGuire

https://youtu.be/JRV5LoOMyBk?si=6hPBDv1LdUXWs8UN

For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield

https://youtu.be/59QxnaR8Jl4?si=QqM_XZWcGPHnxEg-

Harry Patch (In Memory Of) by Radiohead

https://www.youtube.com/embed/ztZI2aLQ9Sw?si=1r8OUiLFomO0JvlJ

War *What is it good for) by Edwin Starr

https://www.youtube.com/embed/XSiP0epO0oU?si=VY1l7Hs2SzNdcgdZ

Where is the Love by Black Eyed Peas

Sporting ANZACs

He enlisted in the First World War as an infantryman, but was rejected due to appendicitis. In 1916 he became a YMCA Commissioner and coordinated and managed their welfare and recreation centres in England and France. He had to return to Australia after getting trench fever and possibly some gassing in 1918. His service was commended by General Monash.

Cecil Healy

He enlisted in the AIF in 1915 and served mostly as a Quarter Master Sergeant in Egypt and France  until he undertook officer training in England, so he could get closer to the actual fighting. He was then posted to the 19th (Sportsman’s) Battalion and killed in his first action leading his infantry platoon in the first battle for Mont St Quentin on 29 August 1918 (aged 36).

Claude Ross

He enlisted in the AIF’s 6th Battery, 2nd Brigade and landed at Gallipoli on what is now ANZAC Day. he was twice evacuated with illness. Later he was discharged from the AIF and commissioned into the (British) Royal Flying Corps, 45 Squadron (Special Reserve), but was killed in action in the skies over France in August 1917. He is not listed on the Australian War Memorial’s Roll of Honour, which I find very odd.

Bill Roycroft

Earlier Bill had served in the Second World War from 1940-45 as a Sergeant in New Guinea and New Britain with the Field Ambulance and the 2/14th Field Regiment. After the war he settled onto a 200ha soldiers block near Boorcan in western Victoria.

Gerald Backhouse

He served as a Sergeant in the RAAF in the Second World War, allocated to 1 Coastal Operational Training, RAF. He died in an aircraft accident during a practice bombing flight on 28 December 1941 in Cumberland, England.

Les McKay

He had been a laundry manager before the Second World War and on enlistment he saw service as a Major, initially with mobile bath units, in the Middle East and South West Pacific Area.

Richard Honner

He was mobilised as a Major in the Australian Army Medical Corps in early 1942 and served in military hospitals principally in Goulburn and Alice Springs.

Season’s Greetings!

Norway 2018, Revisited

I went on a fantastic trip to Norway with a good friend, Greg. It was my first trip away with a Leica camera (a Q) and I took far too many images and then it all turned into a big muddle as I was editing and uploading on the run with an iPad mini and the whole batch was just a big mess when I got home. Sometime later all those images and their related metadata (locations, places names and edits) were stored on an external hard drive that became corrupted and all I was able to recover were the raw files.

It took me an age to get around to re-editing, re-locating and uploading a selection of several thousand images, but I did manage to complete this recently and about 250 are now on my Flickr account. The gallery below is a selection of those images.

For ANZAC Day 2025 (some tenuous links)

Over the Easter break, I started watching The Narrow Road to the Deep North miniseries and I ordered Richard Flanagan’s 2014 Booker Prize winning novel that inspired it for my Kindle. I usually feel a bit of a connection to this kind of thing as I am named after my father’s older brother Malcolm who died as a PoW of the Japanese. He had been captured during the fall of Singapore and had served time in Changi and then on the infamous Burma-Thailand Railway, before being repatriated to Japan as slave labour on the Japanese cargo ship Rakuyō Maru. It was torpedoed in September 1944 by a US submarine in the South China Sea and my uncle lost his life along with 1,158 other Australian and British PoWs from that “hellship”.

On Easter Monday I normally try to catch the famous Stawell Gift handicapped pro footrace and after watching that I started to think about what to post for ANZAC Day, something I usually do for the people I swim with regularly in Sydney. After a great deal of thinking and a quick skim of Dr Peter Pedersen’s excellent book The Anzacs: Gallipoli to the Western Front I thought that maybe I could try to come up with a post linking Gallipoli (Day 1), the Stawell Gift (or at least Stawell, the city), PoWs of the Japanese and my family at war. So here we go, mind the step …

It all starts with Captain Joseph Peter “Puss-in-Boots” Lalor who landed at Gallipoli with the 12th Battalion in the second wave on 25 April 1915. A grandson of Peter Lalor of Eureka Stockade fame he had also served in the Royal Navy, the French Foreign Legion and had helped out in a South American revolution before joining the Australian Military. After wading ashore with the family sword, he and his men had dug in just short of the Nek. The 12th Battalion was in reserve.

Elements of the 11th and 12th Battalions had been sent to occupy Baby 700, consolidating there until resuming the advance, but under Lt. Col Mustafa Kemal the Turks who had initially fled the Anzac landing assault, reorganised and started counter-attacking. Baby 700 was regarded as strategically important by both sides and the Australians and then some New Zealand troops made several charges against it during the day, forced back by the Turks each time.

Captain Lalor eventually sent some exhausted troops to the rear and led the remaining 12th Battalion troops forward for the Nek. He came across Captain Leslie Morshead with a platoon of the 2nd Battalion and asked them to join him. Leading a charge, Captain Lalor stood up and was sniped. Captain Morshead survived the first day at Gallipoli and months later he fought at Lone Pine as a Major.

Leslie Morshead is pictured above standing on the right, in a captured Lone Pine trench after the battle in August 1915 with Private James Brown (Jim) Bryant of the 8th Battalion (also standing, facing the camera). Private Bryant from Stawell, Victoria would be awarded the Military Medal in 1918 as a Company Quartermaster Sergeant in the 60th Battalion for “conspicuous gallantry and devotion to duty”. There is another photo of Private Bryant here, on 26 April 1915, also taken with his own camera, by an unknown mate. He re-enlisted as a Lieutenant the 2nd AIF in 1941 and would then survive three years as a PoW in Changi Prison after being captured. He provides a rather tenuous link to the Stawell Gift and also to prisoners of the Japanese. Over 22,000 Australians became prisoners of the Japanese during the Second World War, including Jim Bryant and my uncle Malcolm.

After the Gallipoli campaign, Leslie Morshead was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel and commanded the 33rd Battalion in France from November 1916. He led the battalion successfully through Messines and the Passchendaele campaign of late-1917, was awarded the Distinguished Service Order, and continued to command through the battles at Villers-Bretonneux and Amiens in 1918. His service also continued in the Second World War, initially as a Major General commanding the 9th Australian Division (photo below) during the seige of Tobruk (April-November 1941) and again, as a Lieutenant General (commanding the 2nd AIF and the 9th Division) during both battles of El Alamein in 1942. He was known to his troops at “Ming the Merciless”. Later in the war he would command the Australian I and II Corps in the South West Pacific.

Leslie Morshead and veterans of the 9th Division that he commanded at Tobruk and El Alamein provide the final tenuous link to my family, this time with regard to my father … Robert John Booth (aka Dad) enlisted in the RAAF in early 1944 and served as a Flight Sergeant Navigator in the Pacific at the ripe old age of 19. He would not say much about his war service, but on the odd occasion when he did I remember him telling us of at least one of his pilots being a 9th Division veteran. This man had seen enough of the army during his service at Tobruk and El Alamein, so on return to Australia he transferred to the RAAF and retrained as a pilot. Dad said he was both fearless and as mad as a cut snake. As a young boy I remember Dad taking me to visit a couple of friends and distant relatives for whom he had enormous respect. They were Rats of Tobruk.

Happy Holidays!

Andy Warhol: Velvet Rage and Beauty in Berlin

This post was taken down on Instagram because nudity (even in a globally significant art exhibition apparently) violates their “community guidelines”. Thanks so much for keeping us safe Meta. You have to be joking!

Anyway … while I was in Berlin in September 2024, I was fortunate to see Andy Warhol: Velvet Rage and Beauty at the Neue Nationalgalerie (one of my favourite museums and buildings). It is a huge exhibition including films, paintings, prints, records covers, photographs and drawings. I thought it was beautifully curated and very significant in terms of modern art.

So here are some photos that I took at the exhibition: