Today Anthony and I went to our local Anzac Day ceremony. I was a blubbering mess just watching the parade, but it was when I noticed the man standing next to us (around our age) holding a framed photograph of his uniform wearing son (Adelaide's age - if he was a day) that I really lost it.
You always find the right words Kylie. We took our kids to the tiny dawn service in Menindee this morning. The moon was going down as we arrived and it was beautiful and fitting for such a day. Lest we forget.
It was such a moving day wasn't it. I felt so sad that most of the older diggers are no longer around, poor old souls. We went to our local march to pay our respects too. xx
You got me again with something I had to go look up. For your US visitors I provide this link as a public service. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anzac_Day. We have the same thing too only in May. Memorial Day. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memorial_Day It is a sad day. Very important days always.
I always cry at the Last Post, then one year they had the school captain, a rousing voiced New Zealand youth, singing his anthem in the purest voice. There wasn't a dry eye in the house. Children in parades always set me off- even when I was one!
I'm glad you cry. It shows what a nice person you are. I daren't even begin to imagine what it would be like losing a son to war. My boys have been warned they're not to join the Armed Forces or become firemen or policemen. They're going to be poodlegroomers and architects so I can keep them under close watch. Sigh. Who am I kidding?
Oh I'd have been a blubbering wreck too. I am always dumbstruck with admiration when I hear people from WWII interviewed and they recount what they did in an everyday sort of a way. Such courage and stoicism. I looked up Anzac day and realise that it is wider than that, but that is how I can relate to it. I didn't know what Anzac stood for so that is my new thing I have learned today, thank you Kylie! xxx
You always find the right words Kylie. We took our kids to the tiny dawn service in Menindee this morning. The moon was going down as we arrived and it was beautiful and fitting for such a day. Lest we forget.
ReplyDeleteYou're right...it was quite emotional....a loved answering all of Frasers questions too...sharing it with him passing on to the next generation. xxx
ReplyDeleteIt was such a moving day wasn't it. I felt so sad that most of the older diggers are no longer around, poor old souls. We went to our local march to pay our respects too. xx
ReplyDeleteYou got me again with something I had to go look up. For your US visitors I provide this link as a public service. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anzac_Day. We have the same thing too only in May. Memorial Day. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memorial_Day It is a sad day. Very important days always.
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I always cry at the Last Post, then one year they had the school captain, a rousing voiced New Zealand youth, singing his anthem in the purest voice. There wasn't a dry eye in the house. Children in parades always set me off- even when I was one!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you cry. It shows what a nice person you are. I daren't even begin to imagine what it would be like losing a son to war. My boys have been warned they're not to join the Armed Forces or become firemen or policemen. They're going to be poodlegroomers and architects so I can keep them under close watch. Sigh. Who am I kidding?
ReplyDeleteOh I'd have been a blubbering wreck too. I am always dumbstruck with admiration when I hear people from WWII interviewed and they recount what they did in an everyday sort of a way. Such courage and stoicism. I looked up Anzac day and realise that it is wider than that, but that is how I can relate to it. I didn't know what Anzac stood for so that is my new thing I have learned today, thank you Kylie! xxx
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