I have to admit, when my alarm went off in the dark at 4.40am this morning, I did think about
how easy it would be just to turn it off and snuggle back into my cosy bed for a nice
public holiday sleep-in. But a nagging voice in my head kept reminding me that in many places
in the world there are, and have been through history, Australian Defence Force personnel
getting up in the dark to undertake dangerous patrols or secret manoeuvres
and face violent hostility, on my behalf.
This selfless force included my grandfather, gone from us now for a year.
Could I get my lazy bum out of bed and go to the ANZAC Day dawn service on a mild
Queensland morning to say a quiet 'thank you'? Hell, yes.
how easy it would be just to turn it off and snuggle back into my cosy bed for a nice
public holiday sleep-in. But a nagging voice in my head kept reminding me that in many places
in the world there are, and have been through history, Australian Defence Force personnel
getting up in the dark to undertake dangerous patrols or secret manoeuvres
and face violent hostility, on my behalf.
This selfless force included my grandfather, gone from us now for a year.
Could I get my lazy bum out of bed and go to the ANZAC Day dawn service on a mild
Queensland morning to say a quiet 'thank you'? Hell, yes.
I was not alone . . .
There were so many people at this service that I had to stand with a crowd on the footpath
outside the fence, behind the stage!
outside the fence, behind the stage!
As the sun rises on a beautiful day in our lucky country, " lest we forget."
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