Glasshouse Country RSL Sub Branch Inc in Glass House Mountains, Queensland, Australia | Community organisation

Glasshouse Country RSL Sub Branch Inc

Locality: Glass House Mountains, Queensland, Australia

Phone: +61 7 5438 7777

Address: 1 Reed St 4518 Glass House Mountains, QLD, Australia

Website: http://www.glasshousecountry.com.au

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20.01.2022 Don't forget we are OPEN for this event and we WILL sing the National Anthem.

19.01.2022 You are invited to join us for a wonderful meal on a Friday night. Bookings essential by phoning 5438 7777 or email.

19.01.2022 Please join us tomorrow to commemorate Remembrance Day.

16.01.2022 The Glasshouse Country RSL invites the community to participate in the AFL Grand Final at the sub-branch 1 Reed Street, Glass House Mountains. Enjoy an evening of footy madness with a drink and nibbles. We are open from 4pm until 10pm.... Claim the date - October 24th See you then....

10.01.2022 Remembrance Day - 11th November 2020 at 11am 1 Reed Street, Glass House Mountains

09.01.2022 Come and join us for dinner on Friday night the 11th December and be entertained by the Glass Ukes. They will be playing popular songs and Christmas Carols. Please make sure you book for dinner by phoning 5438 7777 and leave a message. See you then to enjoy a wonderful night of entertainment.

08.01.2022 A wonderful turnout to commemorate Remembrance Day at Glasshouse Country RSL.

07.01.2022 A Poem - The Digger THE DIGGER He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast,... And he sat around the R.S.L., Telling stories of the past. Of a war that he once fought in And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his mates; They were heroes, every one. And 'tho sometimes to his neighbours His tales became a joke, All his mates listened quietly For they knew where of he spoke. But we'll hear his tales no longer, For ol' Jack has passed away, And the world's a little poorer For a Digger died today. He won't be mourned by many, Just his children and his wife. For he lived an ordinary, Very quiet sort of life. He held a job and raised a family, Going quietly on his way; And the world won't note his passing, 'Tho a Digger died today. When politicians leave this earth, Their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing, And proclaim that they were great. The Media tell of their life stories From the time that they were young, But the passing of a Digger Goes unnoticed, and unsung. Is the greatest contribution To the welfare of our land, Some smoothie who breaks his promise And cons his fellow man? Or the ordinary fellow Who in times of war and strife, Goes off to serve his country And offers up his life? The politician's stipend And the style in which they live, Are often disproportionate, To the service that they give. While the ordinary Digger, Who offered up his all, Is paid off with a medal And perhaps a pension, small. It is not the politicians With their compromise and ploys, Who won for us the freedom That our country now enjoys. Should you find yourself in danger, With your enemies at hand, Would you really want some cop-out, With his ever-waffling stand? Or would you want a Digger His home, his country, his kin, Just a common Digger, Who would fight until the end? He was just a common Digger, And his ranks are growing thin, But his presence should remind us We may need his likes again. For when countries are in conflict, We find the Digger's part, Is to clean up all the troubles That the politicians start. If we cannot do him honour While he's here to hear the praise, Then at least let's give him homage At the ending of his days. Perhaps just a simple headline In the paper that might say: "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, A DIGGER DIED TODAY."