Up way before the dawn, I sat with my cup of steaming tea and thought about today. I hadn't slept well, the FMS is really bad right now and the pain is ... Well, it just is... I kept waking up every hour or so to turn over, or try and find a new spot that didn't hurt so much. Meh. Not much success there.
I gave up at 4.30 am. By 5.30 I left the house and walked the few blocks to the RSL where a large crowd was gathering for the Dawn Service. It was a lovely commemoration, accompanied by a piper (swoon) and a gunfire breakfast.
I went home at this point - I want to go back later with my camera for the march, to capture my new home towns tribute to their service men and women both living and dead.
ANZAC day brings up a lot of stuff for a lot of people. I hate the way the media have merchandised it. I hate that with a passion! It is a day for us to remember the gift we have been given by the sacrifice all those men and women made.
Lest We Forget