Sunday, April 26, 2015
ANZAC Day may have well and truly passed, but I'm still relishing with pride being able to spend ANZAC Day with 46 other members of my family in Adelaide who watched our father, grandfather and great grandfather 'march' in the Adelaide ANZAC parade.
Since the event started, he has marched. And this is the first time I have seen him. It's been too long for me to go, and the whole event was so moving. My eldest two cousins pushed Grandad in his wheelchair, and they were so proud.
I was moved by more ways than one. Firstly because the parade when for over two and a half hours, and the soldiers kept coming. So many men and women who have fought in the wars past. So many empty banners with no-one marching behind them. So many soldiers who are fighting even today.
It seems we don't learn, and war is still very much part of the world which we live.
They fought for us, the families they didn't yet have. Today, they still fight for us.
I hope that like me, you will remember all those who fight for our freedom every day. Not just on ANZAC Day.