04/10/2026
The YMCA Canteen truck.
š³šæ SOMETIMES WE DONāT TELL THE STORIES OF OUR VOLUNTEERS
Last year we were in Waipawa, where our team had spent the day working on the graves of 28 MÄori Battalion men, as part of the visit where we also presented the Matt Gauldie portrait of Wi Huata to local iwi.
That evening we all caught up at the local RSA.
A number of kuia joined us, and before long the stories started flowing ā stories about their whÄnau, the MÄori Battalion, and particularly the incredible history of C Company and the men of Hawkeās Bay.
One of our volunteers mentioned that we were free the following day.
He said if they had whÄnau buried in the local urupÄ who had served, send him the details and we would see what we could do.
He gave them his phone number.
The next morning he woke up to 37 messages.
So off we went.
We met up with some of the kuia and started visiting urupÄ.
One grave led to another. One story led to another. And one urupÄ led to the next.
We ended up spending eight hours travelling across Hawkeās Bay, going from urupÄ to urupÄ, finding their servicemen, hearing their stories and doing what restoration work we could.
One of the team did 26 28th Maori Battalion grave restorations alone!
By the end of it, we were absolutely exhausted.
But it was one of those days that reminds you exactly why the Remembrance Army exists.
It wasn't planned.
There was no programme or big organised event.
Some kuia told us about their people. One of our volunteers gave them his number. Thirty-seven messages arrived overnight.
And because we had a free day, we went.
Sometimes remembrance really is as simple as that.
āShow us where they are.ā
And we'll do our best to remember them.
š³šæ Lest We Forget.