24/9/1948 - 7/10/2018
24/9/1948 ~ 7/10/2018
A Ric Factor (Brave Heart)
Was Born in 48
Never liked being late
And didn't like shutting Gates
School in 53
Loved to be Free
Fought for his country to be Free
1960 became quite shifty
Stealing milk he got the 6's
Swimming the Swan
He got the gong
For stealing Pedro's Melons.
He sat his Junior in 63
With flying colours he did pass.
Leaving school "at last!"
Thought he left Guildford with a bit of Class.
Late 60's headed east of the farm
He and his Brother bought more Land
Camped and cleared
Giving each other a hand
A farm in Nyabing on the go
Didn't they there put on a show!!
To the Pubs they did go!!!
1968 He had a date with a girl.
She lived at the 129 Gate
And she was often late!!
In 1969 he was Forlorn
Out of a Barrel his number was drawn
National Service he did go
East he headed and did his training
Not one to complain
He gritted his teeth
Got on with the Job
And did the Best he could.
1970 was quite scary
Getting Engaged to a Farmer’s Daughter
As a support group he headed to Nam
Joined 8RAR firing guns and mortars
Called to 2RAR 3 Months later
Into the Jungles he went support for the S.A.S
71 he was in for a spin.
Home from Vietnam with the biggest grin
A few days later on the 10-7-1971 he married the Farmer’s Daughter.
There was quite a hum
They started a new beat
With a new drum
1972 A Son was born
' 74 a Daughter too
Proud as Punch of his Pigeon Pair
What more could he want
Being so Proud 4 Grandchildren around
And acting as Granddads and Uncles do.
Picnics & Fires!
Bikes and Ute driving too
or sneaking a Chocolate or two.
Not forgetting his Bog Laps or 10 !!!!
7 Boats over the years he had
Of various shapes and sizes.
He loved the ocean
the Lake and the Land.
And always loved giving a Hand.
Living Life with Ric was never Bland
I would still take him by the hand
A stronger man you would never meet
He got to 70 and never missed a beat.
A Friend for Life.
I'd watch him playing cricket
and football from the Grand Stand.
Fishing with his mates of course he loved the most
He was always off Fishing down on the Coast
or heading to Leeman to catch the big one.
5 Fathoms he told us he was at til the end.
A Storm is coming he said
No more Fishing then.
Eulogy Poem for Eric Wallis by Nicki Wallis