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Thanks To All Those Who Contributed 

Thanks to all those who worked on, contributed to or made some of the heartfelt comments here on the website – for all your work and support with Streets of Adelaide

All of you contributed as did many people in many ways.
I have just been notified that last week on the AMRAP charts around Australia (this is for community radio ...about 140 stations) the song was the Number 2 download!
It was programmed into ALL local ABC stations around Australia. So that's great. Likely it was played several hundred times here and there.
Not a lot of actual sales, but that's the music industry!
The video also is being watched quite a few times a day.
It was a hard slog to get into the wider press and we had a few big responses (like the John Laws show) but it became clear this Anzac day was mostly about 100 years and Gallipoli of course. We feel however that the song will become a classic Anzac song as time goes on.
It was played at the beginning of the Mullumbimby Anzac day march as well.
Please still support it if you can by pointing people to the website where there are also the 5 other songs on the mini album (also had airplay we know of)

Byron man writes song for Anzac father

"I COULDN'T reach out to him," said musician and radio announcer for Bay FM Nyck Jeanes.

"My father created a good life for his family, but he was always somewhat remote.

"He suffered from post traumatic stress disorder but I couldn't ask him about it."

Now, for the 100th anniversary of the landing at Gallipoli, the Byron Bay man has recorded a song for his father and for returned soldiers, expressing how he felt.

Mr Jeanes said it was not only for his father, a Rat Of Tobruk, but for all Anzacs who often never spoke of their experiences, leaving a generational mark on their families and society.

Produced by Murray Burns of MI-SEX and featuring young artist Claire Taylor and backing vocals by Indigenous woman Marcelle Townshend-Cross, the song is a call to remember and reflect, to be proud and to honour those brave souls who gave their lives, but also to understand the traumas of conflict that im

pact families down through generations, he said.

Twenty per cent of all proceeds from the sale of the CD on which the song features will go to charity Soldier On: Helping our Wounded Warriors.

Soldier On supports men and women who have been wounded, physically or psychologically, in contemporary conflicts.

Mr Jeanes said: "My father died quite young after retirement - he was 66. He let those demons come back to haunt him."



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Dawn Service in Byron Bay & BayFM special Anzac Broadcast from Mullumbimby  

Lest we Forget! The clock says it! 
Spent the hour through a beautiful misty dawn at the Byron Dawn Service with about one thousand people – so many people under thirty, kids and families. I interviewed a number about why they were there. You can hear that here:

Very moving to talk to some of the younger people and to some of the veterans, one old digger actually talking about how he believed he had died at Gallipoli and been reborn only to join the Forces for twenty years! 

Then I went over to The Mullumbimby Ex- Servicemens' Club to co-host the special Bay FM Anzac broadcast with Jill Connors, with technical and production brilliance from William Martin and Don Prentice. That broadcast will be available to listen to on Soundcloud soon if you missed it.

A great and moving honour to have made this song and video, to have done the research with great assistance from my family, to have taken part in the lead up to, and on the day of this 100th anniversary – for my dad – for all the Anzacs.

​From Rob Asquith – President, Byron Bay RSL Sub-Branch 

Thanks for the email, your song is fantastic.

We have all our preparations for tomorrows services planned for some time so unfortunately we are unable to use it but I will make sure we spread the word about your song and pass on your contact details.

Being a National Serviceman from 1967 to 1969 and having a father who was a Rat of Tobruk I can relate to your song and the story behind it. My dad died at age 62 and I never really got to know much about his time during WWII and it is much the same with my adult children as they do not know much about my time in Vietnam as it is just one of those things that stays in your mind and is not spoken about.

Really nice song


RIP Pte Henry Alfred Franco – My Great Uncle at Gallipoli 

Thanks to my niece Nicci Foster for this awesome research.

HENRY ALBERT FRANCO (her Great Great Uncle - my Great Uncle). 
He served in Gallipoli and died in France. Received a Military Medal and Serbian Silver Medal. 

Henry Franco and his sister Josephine were part of a very difficult to solve portion of my family tree research. Henry's mother Nora Fleming seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. It took painstaking research and help from some savvy geneology researchers that gave me their time for free to get to the bottom of it! As it turned out, Nora was born on a boat, somewhere between Ireland and Australia as they headed out to make a better life for their family. Nora had two children, Henry, and Josephine (my Great Grandmother). Nora had another trick up her sleeve too geneology wise - she married a man by the name of Francisco Franco - Francisco Francis - Frank Frances. And he, is STILL missing from my tree! Anyway... about Henry. 

From the War Memorial: 1098 Private (Pte) Henry Albert Franco, 28th Battalion. A camel driver from Birkenhead, SA prior to enlistment, Pte Franco embarked with C Company from Fremantle on HMAT Ascanius on 19 June 1915. On 9 June 1916 he was awarded the Military Medal for "conspicuous work with covering parties to Gallipoli. Was wounded...and his chief regret was that he had to leave his company". He was also awarded the Serbian Silver Medal for "distinguished services rendered during the MEF campaign". On 16 February 1918 he died from pleurisy in the New Zealand Stationary Hospital, Wisques, France, aged 34 and was buried in the Longuenesse (St Omer) Souvenir Cemetery, France. 

Last year I finally got to Canberra and the War Memorial and placed a poppy next to Henry's name. Henry was a brave soldier, and I can't help but think that he inspired his nephews to go to war, almost 30 years later.

RIP Pte Henry Alfred Franco 

Lest We Forget.


I Was Only 19. The Vietnam War Was Raging. Still Dad Never Spoke of It 

In 1971-72 I was only 19 as the song goes (or nearly).

I was at Adelaide University a highly radicalised anti-war campus at that time, and I, naive and inexperienced, only knew I didn't want to go to war. In '71 I participated in several anti-war marches including driving across the Hay Plains, nearly dying in an all too near severe accident when one of my friends lost the road in the rising sun, to arrive in Canberra for the Aquarian Festival of University Arts. It was mind-boggling to me. The bands, the girls, the hair, the nascent culture. Bakery, Company Caine, Spectrum, Daddy Cool and many more performed in a huge tent to thousands of us. And, there was a massive anti-war march where I watched as police dragged a woman with one leg in a cast across the ground, and protestors throwing rocks at police. It was terrifying to me, but I certainly believed in the cause. 

The next year 1972 I was due to go into the one in three ballot to go to Vietnam. It was also the year of my first vote. I ticked the box for Whitlam, and immediately after his election he pulled Australian troops out of Vietnam. We are still paying the price for that war – so many veterans left behind, far too forgotten and not cared for enough, with serious PTSD and the generational effects that has had in all too many families.

The thing was, my father, the great and courageous WWII hero he was, never spoke with me about Vietnam. Or at least I certainly do not recall a conversation. Did he believe in the war? He was a conservative voter, though not a conservative socially, as were many middle class people of the era. But we never discussed my involvement, my attitudes, my fears, or the ballot itself, the possibility I would be dropped into the jungles of Vietnam as he, 30 years before, had fought in the jungles of Borneo and New Guinea. 

This song and project has helped me get back in contact with the part of my father I didn't know, recalling the missing pieces, still missing, but somehow come alive in the search for him in his military past. Clearly I was not and am not, him. Vietnam, if I had been called up, would likely not have welcomed or destroyed me. I would have likely run – to the Daintree rainforests perhaps, to immerse myself in the hippie who was lurking just below the surface. 

I'm glad too that didn't happen.  I will never send my sons to war, and I am grateful too that dad did not insist that I went back then in 71-72. He knew. He knew what war really was. 


Anzac Day 100 years – Live Broadcast on BayFM 

Anzaz Day 100 years – Live Broadcast


The Cenotaph

What is it about Anzac Day and our remembrance? Why do young people go to the Dawn Service?

What is it in our culture, what effects does it have that resonates with us?

One hundred years since Gallipoli this week, a massive and disastrous military failure that was dumbly and blindly executed by the British command and that we still signify as somehow defining our character as Antipodeans. Perhaps it does and perhaps it doesn’t matter now. 

What interests me is why so many young people show up to the Dawn service on Anzac Day, so many resonate with something in this one battle on the rugged Turkish coast, and more than that, down through a hundred years of wars fought all across the globe that mostly we don’t understand and we don’t support. We support our servicemen and women we say, but not the wars themselves, the wars of politicians, lobbyists and businessmen. Something in our spirit is called, our soul sings with remembrance for something deeper in us. The sacrifice may be more about our own souls giving voice to that part of ourselves, that old warlike primal urge to do battle, to do violence, expressed through the service of the few. Maybe that.

Join Nyck Jeanes, Jill Conners and Don Prentice this Saturday from 8am to 10:30am for a BayFM live Broadcast in honor of the 100th Anniversary of Anzac Day. It will be a time to grasp the profound meaning of service and the ruptures and ongoing currents that effect families and lives for generations of these men and women who saw the worst and did the worst that humans can do to each other. They return and make, as writer Louis Nowra has said, “a manageable past” as best they can. Some succeed and some do not.

They say on the battlefield there are those who know they will live and those who know they will die – and they are eerily precognizant. We may ask the same question moment to moment of ourselves – and remember those who chose or were called to put themselves on the line with no choice but to act.

So act now for love, justice and peace. 

- Nyck Jeanes
































































Honouring the memories of a soldier who served (from Mr. Vitamins)

Honouring the memories of a soldier who served

As is typical with many military families, the returned Veteran says very little about the experiences of war, and often holds something of themselves at arms length from their families.  Thus it was that Nyck found when his father passed away, he knew almost nothing about his Dad’s experiences.  South Australian, Lieutenant Colonel Mervyn Roderick Jeanes was a highly decorated soldier who served with great distinction in Benghazi, El Alamein and New Guinea during WWII.

In Nyck Jeanes‘ words…

‘Recently shows like Four Corners are acknowledging the unspoken suffering and trauma of war that can affect families for generations, something that my personal experience of my WWII hero dad speaks to.
As we come to the 100th anniversary of the Anzacs, this true story and song about dad, one of the most decorated soldiers of WWII is a tribute and reminder – a ballad that will appeal far and wide. Not pro-war or anti-war, but a reflection on longing and loss, and what might have been. Why did I never ask? To all Anzacs – to all soldiers young and old going home. Guarantee it’s worth a listen and a look and a story worth telling.’
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To purchase the song or for more information and photos go to
Returning from the war Nyck’s father established a good life in the city of Adelaide. But he was forever traumatized by what he had experienced as a brave Anzac soldier in these theatres of war. In the years that followed before he died in the mid 1970s he led his battalion of soldiers in the streets of Adelaide on Anzac Day.