Anzac Day is a huge tradition for us Australians and on Saturday night at 3.00am we left Paris for the Somme, in the north of France. Just before dawn, the Ambassador of Australia addressed thousands of gathered Australians to commemorate the brave and big hearted endeavours of the soldiers in the first World War. As the last post was played, the sun rose over the coloured fields and the wind chilled us to the bone, I thought about the difficulty and tragedy these men endured in the bone chilling cold. As the flag was raised and as it reached the top I remembered Charlie Brown, my best friend’s dad who had served in the war, a man I loved with all my heart. It was an Anzac Day to remember.
“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.”