Lae War Grave

Letter To The Editor

Pilgrimage to a Lae War Grave

IHAVE just returned to Queens land from a trip to Lae.

My object in going was a grim one: to visit my son’s war grave, and my journey had been long de layed; too long.

I was indeed a stranger in a strange land. Once in Lae, I lost no time in seeking the War Cemetery, at the end of Memorial Avenue —so well named —and as I stepped within the imposing gate way, I was immediately charmed.

These grounds are so truly beautiful, with flowering tropical shrubs and trees, spacious lawns, and a generally gracious atmosphere, that a feeling of peace takes the place of distress.

The well-compiled directory with in the entrance guided me not only to the resting place of my son but also to the grave of his pilot, who was killed with him. Very soon new friends in Lae showered me with flowers—snow-white, beautiful gar denias, which, strewn on these graves, made a consoling picture to send to the mother of the other boy.

Much credit must surely be given to the Superintendent, Mr. Bert Peck, who is justly proud of these grounds. His, indeed, seems to be a labour of love, as the grounds are so carefully tended and kept.

The bird-calls from the surround ing trees, and the many butterflies that flutter among the head-stones

and around the visitors, in a fashion that can only be described as “friendly,” add charm to a scene of peace and beauty.

I am, etc.,

“Queensland Mother.”

Cairns, Q’ld.

January 13, 1957.