LTCOL John Butler
(son of MAJGEN DAVID BUTLER)
Passed away peacefully after
a short illness on Wednesday,
6 September 2017.
A service to celebrate the life of
Mr John Butler will be held in the
Plenty Ranges Arts and
Convention centre, 35 Ferres Boulevard, Sth Morang,
on THURSDAY, 14 September 2017,
commencing at 11am.
HALL'S FUNERAL SERVICES
03 9438 5416
Anti Tank Pl, 6 RAR 1966-67
After battling acute Leukaemia for 12 months, Brian succumbed to this disease on Friday 08/09/2017. Brian was a member of the 1st intake of National Servicemen or as he described it, 'Cream of the Crop'. He is fondly remembered by many of the 6 RAR family.
His funeral is to be held this Friday 15th at 12noon at Broulee
Memorial Gardens & Crematorium.
“Poll” was called to National Service in the first draft in June 1965, posted to 6RAR and served in VietNam in Anti-Tank Platoon, attached to D Coy, during the first tour 66/67.
He lived his life in Moruya with his wife Jenny and their children and grandchildren.
Farewell Old Soldier
LEST WE FORGET
A Warrior’s Farewell
Go now and travel beyond the void
Seek the green column and when you meet
See once more those smiling faces
Hear again laughter and sounds of marching feet
No more the visions of the bloody past
Gone are the nightmares and lingering pain
Soon you will be home at long, long last
United with fallen comrades once again
And when the final roll is called
Another page of history complete
You will rest with brave spirits such as they
In a camp where you will find restful sleep
Go swiftly now and seek your past
Your duty done for all to tell
With pride of who and what you were
And now we bid you a fond farewell
George Mansford – December 2007
I saw the shooting star burning so bright
Falling, falling, fading and soon from sight
So distant and yet so near
In its wake, a soldier’s journey so very clear
Duty, sharing, caring, courage and sometimes fear
No longer a mortal in life’s short race
A contented spirit bound for home somewhere in distant space
This fiery trail I saw tonight marks a warrior’s farewell
Leaving behind another legacy of proud deeds to tell
George Mansford©April 2012
The Soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
Step forward now, Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?'
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear..
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'