We watched the Dawn service on telly today. We do it every year. It is important to, I feel. Miss Thinker, not so much. She was a little put out.


'We learned about this ALL day yesterday mum.'


'Did you?'


'Yes. We didn't do ANYTHING but gullupily.'


'That is good. You would have liked that. Wouldn't you?'


'Yes.  But we didn't do number facts or anything.' 




The Ode always gives me goose bumps and the Last Post is beautiful. I was thinking about how the Man Child is at the age of some of those brave boys who went and lost their lives on that cove. So sad. Of course looking out my door this afternoon to see him rolling around the yard with his dog made me grateful that he was not living back then... Something tells me he would not have survived. But then I don't think there are many boys his age these days who would... in this country at least.  


I am grateful for the ANZAC's sacrifice and the sacrifice that so many have made since then. Who, in one way or another have ensured that my 16 yr old can roll around in the yard with his dog. Safe and in no danger. There are so many others in this world who can not.


I read comments this year about the tradition of remembering the ANZAC's is akin to 'keeping the war propaganda machine going'. I was saddened to hear that. Obviously the point of ANZAC day is really missed by those people. I hope my children remember what it is really about... 


Next year I think we should go to the Dawn service.