In the past I have often attended ANZAC services mainly in Geraldton. When I was younger my brother and sister were in the army cadets and would march. By lunch time it was typically hot and in full dress kit it wasn’t easy.
My Grandfather marches as a National Serviceman. He does it so proudly.
I have wanted to go to our small local Dawn service for a while, but it isn’t always practical with very small children. But this year I packed breakfast and a thermos and we dragged the kids out of bed at 5am. Hayden who gets up early anyway was stunned we were leaving the house before the sun was up.
It was a touch windy but the gorgeous sunrise was worth every second. The local children do some research and colour and draw pictures about what ANZAC means. It is a community service.
Just would like to say it’s the people in these small communities that make these things happen. Within minutes a fire was set up to keep people warm. Kettle is set up, bbqs, lights, music and making sure everyone had the words so we could all sing the National Anthem.
As well as remembering our servicemen and women it is a great chance for locals to catch up and have a cuppa and a chat. An important part of these get togethers.
Lest we forget.