Wednesday, April 25, 2012

ANZAC Reflection 2012


I wanted to write a reflection this year to give honour to two of my heroes.
Roderick Joseph Wyatt

The first is my Grandad, Roderick Joseph Wyatt.   He was born in Gladstone, on 2nd February 1894, his father was a merchant ship captain.  My Grandad joined the Royal Australian Navy 100 years ago, in 1912, he was 18 years old, The Great War (WW1) was yet to start.  He was allocated to a number of different ships, including HMAS Sydney (1913-1916), HMAS Brisbane (1916-1918), HMAS Melbourne (1918-1919) and HMAS Australia (1919).

HMAS Sydney (I)

 He worked as a Stoker, 2nd class, in the boiler rooms.  This was certainly no easy job; it was back breaking work, to keep the engines of the great ships turning, and moving.  The ships he served on were often under attack, and he was on the HMAS Sydney when it was in battle with the German Cruiser the SMS Emden on 9th November 1914.  Luckily for us, they were victorious in sinking this ship.  He served for 7 years at war, after this my Grandfather returned home to his wife and they began a family.  My Grandad continued to work hard to provide for his family and lived till he was 82.  I was fortunate to know him as a young child, and enjoyed his many stories.  He retired to Magnetic Island, off Townsville, and would take daily walks along Horseshoe Bay Beach.
He rarely mentioned his Navy years, and apart from his service record we have little understanding of what those years were like.  We have a few photos of him at the time, and a written piece on the medals he received.  From reading other accounts from sailors, it was clear that his courage and willingness to service his country, and perform his duty is something that deserves respect and honour.  They may not be called ANZAC in true form as those in the Army corps, but they still shone the ANZAC spirit.  The tenacity to dig in under fire, to fight against the odds, to stand by a mate, all with a sense of humour and a bit of larrikinisms; was the spirit that made this country great, and keeps us proud of all servicemen and women.
Today I remember my Grandad and the legacy he left behind.  I will always remember him with fondness, and much pride.  Thank you for answering the call, knowing the high cost that military service may ask of you.
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Harold Connett

My second hero, I never got to meet.  His name was Harold Connett, he was my Uncle.  He served in WW2, as a Navy pilot. He left his home in America to serve his country.  He gave the ultimate cost, his life.  He was shot down somewhere over the Pacific, dying in a watery grave, known only to God.
When I was last in the States, my brother showed me some personal letters, papers surrounding Harold’s service life, as well as his personal life.  It was the saddest reflection to read accounts and letters, to feel the grief that the family bore, the initial hope that the report of ‘missing in action’ might actually mean he could still be alive.  They lived this hope for some time, until the report from other officers took away that hope.  As a mother and wife, I cannot begin to imagine the pain that my Grandparents endured, a pain that never truly goes away.  I have had the privilege of hearing beautiful childhood stories from Hugh, Theo and Hartley (Harold’s brothers and sister), and their sibling grief as they shared what the profound loss of their brother had on their lives.  It is a difficult sorrow to bare, no grave to visit, only a telegram and letter, just words to bring the dreadful news.


Harold Connetts' Medals


In the next few days, I will go to the beach, to the Pacific Ocean on our shores, to throw forth some rosemary, to remember my Uncle.  I recently watched the series on TV called “The Pacific”, and with each episode I’d think of Harold.  The bravery, the courage, the determination that these men showed is inspiring to say the least.  I am humbled and proud to call Harold my Uncle, and knowing his brothers, and stories of my own father, I know he would have been an amazing person to know and love.
His siblings may have aged, but Harold still remains the handsome young man in his naval uniform, in a portrait that hangs proudly in my Uncle Hugh’s home.

“Age will 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.”
Remembered with humbled gratitude and never forgotten.

2 comments:

  1. Such beautiful sentiments to wake up to...!

    Your way with words,Dec,reminds me of someone.

    I love You. Brec

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    1. I love you too Brec. I'm glad you liked this reflection. It is ANZAC day here, which is a bit like your Memorial Day for servicemen and women. It is a time to remember and pay respect for the freedoms we enjoy, because so many gave their lives. I wanted to honor Harold in that memory too.

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