| Mother waits for her son's return |
Australia`s greatest naval tragedy took place in November 1941 off the Western Australian coast when the Royal Australian Navy cruiser HMAS Sydney II engaged a German armed raider Kormoran with the loss of both ships.
Apart from two pieces of debris, no sign was found of Sydney or the 645 aboard. It was the largest loss of life in the history of the Royal Australian Navy (RAN), and the largest Allied warship lost with all hands during World War Two.
The two wrecks were eventually located in March 2008.
At the Geraldton, WA memorial to those who perished in this event, the dome has 645 doves cut into it.
Mothers have always waited anxiously for their sons to return from active service and this lovely story below relates one of them in one of Australia's recent conflicts:
Their mornings settled into a gentle rhythm. Maggie would make two cups of tea—one for herself, one for the empty chair—while she read the local paper and folded Tom’s old shirts into the bottom drawer, the one he’d left a loose button on as if he might call back and ask for it. On weekends she volunteered at the RSL, knitting small beanies for babies born to partners of service members and brewing too-strong coffee for the veterans who told stories in low, proud voices.
When Tom came home on leave, the house filled with his easy laugh and the smell of eucalyptus from his boots. They’d walk the headland and he’d point out constellations the way he’d learnt them on deployment, and she’d tell him trivial things she’d noticed—Mrs. Lee’s garden had bloomed early this year, the bakery had a new loaf. He listened, patient and present, and somehow the ordinary details stitched the months apart into one continuous life.
The night before he left again, they sat on the verandah and watched the fishing boats slip past under a silver moon. “Come back to my garden,” Maggie said softly. Tom squeezed her hand. “Always, Mum,” he said. Later, when the letters resumed and the jar of small shells on the windowsill grew thicker, Maggie would read them aloud to the gum trees—an offering to the land that had kept them both steady through every tide.
- Author unknown
PS: Are you the mother (or wife) of a veteran? Do you have a story to tell us? Let us know in the comments below.



