ANZACS are not just biscuits

This is very very late as ANZAC Day was the 25th of April. I will post it anyways. I went down to the eleven o'clock service because the dawn service seemed a bit drastic to me. I was not going to get up at five am! I always loved the way the trumpets sound in the cold air and how the Ode is said to silence from all. Even screaming babies shut up for it.

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

Moshe