(My grandfather, second on the left, taken during the war in Malaya 1941. He was later captured and spent two years as a prisoner of war at Changi in Singapore)
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.
Lest we forget.
It was a day for remembrance. We woke early and went to the dawn service. Then back home for a big, aussie, bbq breakfast: bacon, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, onions. At 10am, it was off to the local ANZAC Day Parade. Spunky Monkey marched with his school. A moving service was held. Pride and tears. Next, Mums for lunch and the afternoon at the beach.
Lots of talk with the kids about wars and freedom, with questions still coming from their bedrooms as I closed their doors tonight.
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