They may be history but sacrifices should never be forgotten
They came in force that late July, the Chocos stood alone
Against the storm that swept our way, nothing could be done
Though made them pay for every step, no matter what we did
Our defensive line was blown away, like leaves before the wind
Amid smoke and flames the bullets sang, the air was filled with lead
And mates just fell on every side, the wounded among the dead
Retreating was our only choice, with what was on our back
We headed for the only route, the dreaded Kokoda track
Though track by name this torturous path, meandered across the isle
Up mountain side and valley floor, through jungle dark and vile
We battled lice and flies and mud, upon this rugged track,
The force of nature in our face and enemies at our back
Short on ammo, short on food, short on all supplies,
We fought to keep one step ahead, we fought to stay alive
We fought the mountain, fought the weather, fought the Japanese
Fought every rock and mud filled hole, teaming with disease
We fought by day and then by night, we fought with hands rubbed raw
We fought till every bullet spent and then we fought some more
Our injured tried to struggle on, even help a mate or two
Then Fuzzy Wuzzy’s joined the track to carry wounded through
Regardless of the rain or mud, regardless of the toll
These natives saved our mates for sure, I say God bless them all
Our clothes were rotting on our backs, our boots just fell apart
We looked a ragged sorry mess from way back at the start
We stopped a while at Ioribaiwa and dug in deep and sound
But not for long, we had to move, we couldn’t hold this ground
Though ragged troop we may have been our will was ever strong
Determined to halt the jap advance, now in reach of Moresby town
So we fell back to Imita Ridge and stopped just one last time
This was it our last reserve, our last defensive line
The Japs now sat on Ioribaiwa, they thought that they had won,
But it was time to turn the tables on the land of Rising Sun
Our artillery now gave them hell, then we moved into attack
We hit them hard from every side, t’was time to pay them back
We came at them along the track, the fighting man to man
Retook the strongpoints one by one, then watched them as they ran
Then retreat they did and kept on going, right back along the way
Their invasion force had failed for sure, the Chocos had the day
No more retreat, time to advance, drive them into the sea
And record the infamous Kokoda Track, to its place in history
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