Sometime around 1944 I reckon, as both were on leave in Ararat and getting ready for New Guinea.
Lest we Forget.

None know how sad the parting,
Or what the farewell cost,
But God and his loved angels,
Who gained what we have Lost.
Your Nephew, Peter F Hughes – November 2012
Where the desert greets a river,
Drought ends can you figure,
How the new plants can thrive,
Where nothing once was alive,
It’s a short time I know,
The Pig Face has a glow,
I am a bush tucker man today,
Reaping in that hay,
While the all around its clear,
Rain oh rain has been here,
Let’s enjoy the Darling River,
Where it meets the Murray I shiver,
This land of ours is old,
Bush food stands out so bold,
Teach me about a land of plenty,
Without it my life is empty.
(c) P F Hughes
poem and photography of the Pig Face plants at the Wentworth sandhills October 2012.
Special thanks to Major Les Hiddens for inspiration.