Lest we Forget

Acrylic on Paper

104 x 75cm


When we see images of frail elderly men and women marching on ANZAC Day proudly wearing a chest full of medals or even none at all, we forget that somewhere inside is an 18 year old. The young soldier sitting in a muddy trench watching his mate get his legs blown off, or worse, and the young nurse dealing with the physical and mental horrors that are frantically brought to her on blood-stained stretchers.

It is our children we send to war but those that do come back are children no more.

I hope my painting reflects some of that.

We must never forget.