A significant day in my own country and across the Tasman in New Zealand rolled around once again today...
I went to a local-ish dawn service this morning, which would've been more moving for numerous reasons which I'll go into in the "irritating" thread....one year I hope to go to Gallipoli and be there for the true Anzac experience. Or Villers-Brettoneux (not sure if I spelt that correctly - OhRay!), where they held their first memorial service on Anzac Day in the 90 years since we fought on the Western Front (something I learnt about in high school during history class)...hopefully there will be many more services like that there for the years to come.
Speaking of my great-grandfather and at least 1 of my great-great-uncles (they had something on another news channel about a service held in Thailand and they spoke a tiny bit about the story of the Thai-Burma railway - immediately I thought I'll have to get there too, since 2 of my great-great-uncles died as a POW building it as mentioned in last year's post above), I recently received their medals off my grandfather and hopefully once I get them fixed up a little bit and give them a polish, next year I'll wear them proudly.
And thanx once again to James and Megs for decorating the forum appropriately.
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.
KT Tunstall wrote:
Go for it lads! Ping their hair-bands into their eyes and come back victorious!
I still consider getting wasted as an artistic pursuit.
Music, too, can be a route out of places too dark to stay.