STACY, William Stephen Thomas
| Service Number: | NX12891 |
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| Enlisted: | 19 April 1940 |
| Last Rank: | Private |
| Last Unit: | 2nd/3rd Field Regiment |
| Born: | Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, 11 August 1919 |
| Home Town: | Not yet discovered |
| Schooling: | Not yet discovered |
| Occupation: | Not yet discovered |
| Died: | New South Wales, Australia., 11 August 2018, aged 99 years, cause of death not yet discovered |
| Cemetery: |
Woronora Memorial Park, Sutherland, New South Wales Serenity Walk Granite Wall Panel Q, #003 |
| Memorials: |
World War 2 Service
| 19 Apr 1940: | Enlisted Australian Military Forces (WW2) , Private, NX12891, 2nd/3rd Field Regiment | |
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| 9 Oct 1945: | Discharged Australian Military Forces (WW2) , Private, NX12891, 2nd/3rd Field Regiment |
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Add my storyBiography contributed by Roderick Besier
excerpt from The Thunder of the Guns, a comprehensive history of 2/3rd Australian Field Regiment WW11, by NX174840 Gunner Leslie Alfred Bishop (1925-2017)
THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS!
by NX 12891 Gunner William Stephen Thomas Stacy.
Like the storm that's in the making
When the rumbling thunder runs
And the hills and valleys tremble;
THAT'S THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS!
When the aiming posts are planted
And the firing order comes,
Then the layers work their magic
WITH THEIR SIGHT AND BUBBLE RUNS.
Then the check is on the charges
And the range that's on the drum,
Then the muzzle flashes lightning;
THAT'S THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS!
It's in the fury of the battle
When the understanding comes
That the gurmer is forever,
A PARTNER WITH THE GUNS.
The gunner's pride is legend
And the battles he has won,
Bring Regimental Honours;
THROUGH THE THUNDER OF HIS GUNS.
With the smoking breaches empty
And the dust and cordite gone,
There's a rumble in the distance;
THAT'S THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS.
The Gods Of War have finished
And the Sands of Time have run,
But always there's the memory of-
THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS!
And as today becomes the future,
Our sons will tell their sons,
That the men whose blood they carry; knew
THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS!
In the valley of the shadows
When his comrades are as one,
Their hearts will surely gladden
For they're the only ones-
That understand the music;
IN THE THUNDER OF THE GUNS!