We weren't at home on Anzac Day so I didn't end up doing a post then but I'm doing one a day late. I didn't make it to any parades or anything though watched a bit on TV - Steve made it to a dawn service though - he arrived at 4am - an hour and a half early! Anzac Day seems to be meaning more to me every year. I'm might just be getting old but I think it might also have something to do with having a son and imagining not only what the men who were fighting went through, but also the heartache and grief that so many mothers must of gone through upon finding out that their precious sons had been killed. I look at my William and my heart aches and I get tears in my eyes just thinking about seeing him head off to a war he may not come back from - and so many people didn't just think these things actually had them happen to them. I am thankful for my boy and thankful for so many other boys who fought for our country.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest we Forget
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