Never forget

Today is ANZAC Day in New Zealand and Australia.

I'm writing this journal entry with a tear in my eye for the unselfish sacrifices of so many. I attended the ANZAC Day service this morning and took photographs. They included returned servicemen with their medals and the Cenotaph with poppy wreaths creating a sea of red on it's steps, but one of the most poignant moments has not been captured in a photograph because it was the bugle call of "The Last Post".


They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

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


"Ode of Remembrance" - Laurence Binyon, 1914