This wonderful piece was penned by the one and only
Dave McKenzie - Founding member of the HRS
and was recited at our ten year anniversary dinner
| Men shall I call you men? |
| Have you served these years, all ten ? |
| Have you paid your annual fees? |
| Have you bought S.M.L.E's? |
| - No number fours, just mark threes. |
| I'll need a favour of you please. |
| I've forgot mine, yours and his |
| But I'm here to make up numbers, |
| I even managed to bring some bludgers. |
| And can I have a uniform? |
| With extra rank and ribbon on? |
| Those D-Ring boots will never do ! |
| Joe public hasn't got a clue |
| What is it that you people do ? |
| The safety briefing no one heard |
| Loud giggles from the gathered herd |
| Delighted at the sight and sound |
| A fight, a fright an armoured might |
| Might have the MDF panther enter stage right |
| Barrels a quiver whose rockets flight |
| Towards the tents, tense crows all stand and ask |
| What's that? Who's he? From within the melee |
| "My arm! My leg!! My eye all bleed" |
| A badge will cauterise my need |
| Alas, six clips of unspent brass |
| Lie in wait for emus in the grass |
| Now till all your wounds are tended |
| Walk on all ammo spent |
| Sorry, forgot this hall was rented, |
| ten years now well and truly ended |