I want to share this poem by Barham Ferguson on veterans identity with you... Through the mirror of the past. I see myself in memories vast. A warrior, not once outclassed. This was who I was. From the dust of duty first. The last hoorah of machine gun burst. Wounds of war no longer nursed. The world knew who I was. Homeward bound with dreams anew. Perceptions changed on what I do. My useful skills seemed less than few. I defended who I was. Fighting family, fighting friends. The war has changed, it never ends. "Is my life pointless?" now depends, On knowing who I am. Where to start, and what to do? What do I have that pleases you? There's things inside that still ring true. They make me who I am. Strength and honour. Discipline. These soldier traits have not worn thin. Unlike the uniform in the bin. These traits are who I am. There's many more that made me me. When I was in the military. But in these threads I now can see. That made me who I am. Now its time to do what's right. To find a mission, and gain insight. To be the me who can sleep at night, 'Cause I do know who I am. Barham J. R. Ferguson 13 February 2017 Together with the recent story by SBS it tells a compelling story of just how important this fight to save the old Repat Clinic is to help veterans find their identity and support families.