The ANZAC and Poppy Appeals

The ANZAC and Poppy Appeals are run by RSL Welfare and Benevolent Institution, trading as RSL DefenceCare. Funds raised during these appeals go towards helping current and ex-serving members of the Australian Defence Force and their families in times of injury, illness and crisis.

Each year ANZAC Day tokens and Remembrance Day poppies are worn by Australians young and old. The main fundraising Appeals take place in the week leading up to ANZAC Day and the week before Remembrance Day.

ANZAC Appeal

The ANZAC Appeal raises fund to support former and serving members of the Australian Defence Force and their familes.

The ANZAC Appeal begins in early April and runs until ANZAC Day on 25 April.

We encourage everyone to donate for a badge and wear it with pride.

Poppy Appeal

The Red Poppy emblem is a symbol of those who have fallen in times of war and the Poppy Appeal is run in the lead up to Remembrance Day

During the First World War, red poppies were among the first plants to bloom in the devastated battlefields of northern France and Belgium. In soldier’s folklore, the vivid red of the poppy came from the blood of their comrades soaking the ground, making the poppy symbolic of the bloodshed in trench warfare.

The Poppy was chosen as the emblem of remembrance after Canadian military physician, John McCrae wrote the moving and powerful poem In Flanders Fields. John McCrae is popularly believed to have written the poem on May 3rd 1915 after he witnessed the death of his 22 year old friend, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer the day prior. The poem was first published on December 8 of that year in the London based magazine, Punch. To this day, the poem remains one of the most memorable war poems ever written. It is a lasting legacy of the terrible battles of the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915.

In Flanders Fields 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago 
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, 
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields. 

 Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae, 1915.