Thousands and thousands of people. The Army Band played and I sang with the Darwin Chorale. Very moving speeches. Lots of wreaths. Wonderful bugler. Tears. Poppies.
|This is part of the crowd at the cenotaph after the ceremony. |
It is about seven o'clock.
Students had trays of red poppies and
members of the public could choose one and lay it on the steps.
|I think this poster really points out just how fragile the Diggers were|
compared to today's defence personnel.
Both my parents were soldiers in World War II. Both suffered injuries.
I know that soldiers on both sides do as they are ordered. They are all brave. Their job is to kill and they do their best. Torture, injury, napalm, land mines, bombs, IEDs, terrorism, guerrillas, bullets that cause the most injury. To me it is not right, but I do understand why. The UN does its best. The rest is up to us.
I know what the soldier lives with later, because our family lived with it too.
Anzac Day helps a little.