Major Don Parsons
World War Two, Japan, Korea, Malaysia, Borneo, Vietnam (6 RAR)
With great sadness we advise of the death of Don Parsons, a true gentleman and former Signal Platoon Commander 1966-67.
Relatives and Friends are Respectfully invited to attend a Celebration of Don's Life on Monday, 27th March, 2017, in the East Chapel of Mt Thompson Crematorium, 317 Nursery Road, Holland Park at 2.30 pm. No Flowers by request, donations to the Melanoma Institute of Australia would be appreciated.
Medals will be appropriate.
The following is a tribute from George Mansford to his old friend Don.
Go with the sinking sun, dear friend
Your life on Earth now at an end
In the sands of time, your foot prints to be seen
Echoes of laughter heard where you’ve been
Your service in war for future generations to read
Students will learn of example, sacrifice and brave deeds
Fond memories for a brother-hood of a very special kind
You set the scene for duty, loyalty with steady mind
Always the truth, respect and caring for others
Now we bid farewell with a final salute, dearest brother
Go now to our proud column resting in a distant home so far
Beyond the Southern Cross and unknown stars
Duty First- now Duty done
George Mansford-Chris and Barry Caligari
We have been advised that Ken Webb passed away on Tuesday. At this time it is believed the Funeral service is set for 11.00 am, 30 March 2017 at the Chapel, Mt. Gravatt. We will confirm these details soon.
Ken had been crook on and off for quite a while, but loved coming to Diggers for a beer and a play on the pokies.
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.'