It's Anzac Day here, where we remember those who died in war time - & also honour those who returned...there's so much I wish I could ask my grandfather now. He died when I was young, & I hardly remember much of what he told me about the war. He was in the Lighthorse - William Percy Strike. It's amazing any of those men survived. He was in the charge at Beersheba. I remember mum told us he said that as soon as the horses smelt the water they didn't need to urge them on. She said that he said his best mate was killed beside him in that charge...there's so much you don't think to ask your family as a child because you presume they will live forever...I miss my grandparents AND my parents so soooo much. My father was given white feathers (cowardice) but although he tried several times he couldn't go & fight in WW2 - medical reasons? I don't know much about that. I found out from my sister after he died. It makes me angry to think that people judge others & PRESUME to know what they think. Anyway, I'm reminiscing today. I'm always teary to hear about people who sacrifice their lives for others...
One of our friends goes to the Dawn Service in his area now. He said after watching the movie "Saving Private Ryan" he always goes now to remember & pay homage.
I went to catch up with an old friend this morning for a coffee. She has been on my heart & mind for so long. It was lovely...
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Hi Lis...
We went to the dawn service in Brisbane this morning, it was starkly beautiful. So many young people there remembering. Matilda went with two of her school friends dressed in their formal school uniform, they laid a wreath at the eternal flame...I was so proud of them. I had more than one ex-serviceman compliment me on my "lovely young women". One of them thanked the girls for getting up so early in the morning to come to the service. Matilda told him that it was a small gesture in comparison to what he and others went through so we can live in peace.
(((((Hugs)))) mate.
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