Being a Australian and having respect for those who served and fought for this country i give a tribute to my family members, Friends and Fellow Australians whose loved ones fought, and continued to fight, surivived and died in the past and present wars to protect Our beautifull Country.

Below are two pics of my grandfathers who fought and were POW, the painting of my POP was done before heading off to world war 2 He was a Gunner and was part of the Amunitions defence. He was lovingly named Roy "THUNDER" Weekes by his peers and fellow soldiers, still a young man, He was lucky he came home and i cherish his memory in my heart.

The Second pic is of my Granfather, He was in a Liutenant in the British Army,this was taken just after he got out of the POW camp in Changi, the wars he fought changed the man he was in a horriffic way, unless you were there no one can ever know the horror that had encased my grandfathers mind for the rest of his natural life. He left a young, happy man and returned as a shell of the man he was. I feel so endebted to these two special people in my family who fought to give me a better life.
Heres a little ode from my heart that i carry with me always with the thoughts of my grandfathers,
Those we have lost dont fade away, they walk beside us everyday. LEST WE FORGET.


ODE TO THE ANZACS

They shall grow not old

as we that are left grow old

Age shall not weary them

nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun

and in the morning

we will remember them.

LEST WE FORGET

I crouched in a shallow trench on that hell of exposed beaches... steeply rising foothills bare of cover... a landscape pockmarked with war’s inevitable litter... piles of stores... equipment... ammunition... and the weird contortions of death sculptured in Australian flesh... I saw the going down of the sun on that first ANZAC Day... the chaotic maelstrom of Australia’s blooding.

I fought in the frozen mud of the Somme... in a blazing destroyer exploding on the North Sea... I fought on the perimeter at Tobruk... crashed in the flaming wreckage of a fighter in New Guinea... lived with the damned in the place cursed with the name Changi.

I was your mate... the kid across the street... the med student at graduation... the mechanic in the corner garage... the baker who brought you bread... the gardener who cut your lawn... the clerk who sent your phone bill.

I was an Army private... a Naval commander... an Air Force bombardier. No man knows me... no name marks my tomb, for I am every Australian serviceman... I am the Unknown Soldier.

I died for a cause I held just in the service of my land... that you and yours may say in freedom... I am proud to be an Australian


Unknown "Adhara" Purring - 16 years, 8 months, 19 days ago

Hi there,
I added a few new photos and thought i would share one of my tattoo's, This expresses my love of Lizards, gecko's especially!!
Unknown "Adhara" Purring - 16 years, 8 months, 21 days ago

OK PEEPS IM GUNNA HAVE TO ASK..... PLEASE CHECK OUT MY HERD, DROP SOME THUMBS, HAVE A GIGGLE AT MY NOT SO CONVENTIONAL SPAMMING!!
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ALL THUMBS WILL BE RETURNED WITH A LIL LOVE AND HUGGS! XOXOX
THANKS IN ADVANCE XOXOXOXOX
Unknown "Adhara" Purring - 16 years, 8 months, 27 days ago

Worth a watch i found it funny!!!



Unknown "Adhara" Purring - 16 years, 9 months, 13 days ago

FACTS ABOUT BEER!!!!


About 4000 years ago, it was the accepted practice in Babylonia that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calender was lunar based, this period was called the "honey month" or what we know to day as the "Honey moon"

Before invention of the thermometer, brewers used to check the temperature by dipping their thumb, to find whether appropriate for adding Yeast. Too hot, the yeast would die. This is where we get the phrase " The Rule of the Thumb"

In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender used to yell at themto mind their own pints and quarts and settle down. From where we get "mind your own P's and Q's".

After consuming a vibrant brew called Aul or Ale, the Vikings would go fearlessly to the battlefield, without their armour, or even their shirts. The "Berserk" means "bear shirt" in norse, and eventually to the meaning of wild battles.

Way down in 1740, the Admiral Veron of the British fleet decided to water down the navy's rum, which naturally, the sailors weren't pleased with. They nicknamed the Admiral Old Grog, after the still stiff grogram coats he used to wear. The term grog soon began to mean the watered down drink itself. When you are drunk on this this grog, you are "groggy", a word still in use.

Long ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim of their beer mugs or ceremic/glass cups. The whistle was used to order services. Thus we get the phrase, "wet your whistle".


Unknown "Adhara" Purring - 16 years, 9 months, 14 days ago