It is ANZAC Day today, a national day of remembrance for those lost in war.
Around Australia there will be many celebrations of remembrance, glasses raised, two-up games, and lots of bleary eyed attendees of the dawn services.
In recent years ANZAC Day has gone from a quiet memorial to a country wide celebration. I think it is fantastic that people have embraced the day like they have. People march with their kids or grand kids. Some march while wearing the medals of a family member who served but has passed away, a great way to ensure that the sacrifices of everyone who served aren’t forgotten.
I took the photo of the cenotaph below in our town the other day. I drive past our soldier a few times a day and love that he stands solemnly, through good weather or bad, always watching over the town.
He used to be positioned right on the edge of the main road, which is on the far left edge of the photo, but was moved to this safer spot some years ago. His palm tree is still back in his old spot though, you can just see the very top of it just behind the darkest tree on the left.
In every town people will be out at dawn, wrapped up against the cold, listening to the recitation and the last post being played at their own cenotaphs.
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.