The Last Hero

Central and North Burnett Times - - OPINION -

A trib­ute to Edgar Blucher A GEN­TLE­MAN old and weary with age is the hon­our of this verse

He told me story af­ter story and I said in naive dis­be­lief “bull­shit”

And the story would re­late to the sav­ing of our coun­try

The coun­try of his birth the coun­try of his war

The last to put his life on the line but at that pass­ing time in his voy­age was not the last to die

Fate meant for this knowl­edge he wore as a badge ev­ery Anzac Day to come to us the non­vic­tims of his war

Life will leave us all even­tu­ally

Can there be no greater gift than to fly the coop in the name of coun­try and king

Coun­try was al­ways his but the king was fol­lowed but not of his mob

His king never wore a crown or sat on a throne

But re­spect for the land he loved and grew upon Was ruled by his king so war was his fate With anx­i­ety in his mind but love of fam­ily and coun­try in his heart he signed with ease

Many songs tell of the grief and glory ofwar not many bless the out­come we en­joy

Glory was not the start of the jour­ney this man be­gan

Glory was never his badge of honor but the lau­rel in his lapel ev­ery­day

In­vis­i­ble to many but when you looked in his eyes the im­age was re­flected

No hate, no re­gret just the joy of the calmwe all bathe in

So to you Edgar Blucher I can say no more than thank you for al­low­ing me to be a small part of your life. You will al­ways re­main a big part of mine. Good bye Pecker. John Franks Mun­dub­bera

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