Something that is special to the people of both our countries on April 25, every year . A bond that was originally forged at Gallipoli.
This year Little Miss R wanted to join her school in the official town march. The children amassed amid the chaos.
Then my Nephew J (7 years old), started to march off with his class....
The ex-service men and women marched proudly.
There is such intense rivalries between our two countries but we also have such strong bonds to make our countries' relationship unique in the world I think. We really are like sisters.
There is that rivalry that most sisters have but we love each other so much that when it comes down to the crunch and the hard times, we do look out for each other.
This year Little Miss R wanted to join her school in the official town march. The children amassed amid the chaos.
Then my Nephew J (7 years old), started to march off with his class....
...then it was Little Miss R's turn, walking proudly and holding her teacher's hand.
The ex-service men and women marched proudly.
All of the local schools were represented in the march but by far the largest representation was from Little Miss R's school. There was an extraordinary amount of students and teachers there which was so wonderful to see.
In fact the head of the local RSL was amazed to see how many students had turned up and also mentioned that it was the biggest turn out for our local ANZAC Day ceremony that they had ever had. I felt so proud to be a part of it.
Near the end of the ceremony there is always a flyover by an old war plane, this time a Wirraway bomber.
My dad didn't realise that the kids were marching otherwise he would have got his father's war medals for us. There is always next year as I think that we will be participating in this day for many years to come now.
We all stopped and waved as it flew over, then came back to circle around us. All the little ones were really excited about it.
My dad didn't realise that the kids were marching otherwise he would have got his father's war medals for us. There is always next year as I think that we will be participating in this day for many years to come now.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor years condemn them.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
Lest We Forget.
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