ANZAC Day has always been a day of emotion for me -  from the time I was very small I can remember having Someone Going to war, Somewhere.

One cousin did not return from the Second World War, my Great Uncle fought in Egypt ( I have a scarab as a memento of him), another has fought in Korea and then Vietnam.

Still it seems, We are Fighting!

While ever we send the Best of us off to fight for the Rest of us, we should take some time to think of the shattered families and interrupted lives that follow our troops wherever they may be.

ANZAC Day is for the Fallen - those who left,  Never to Return.

It is also a meeting - for those who returned, who shared the mateship and hardship that war brings.

At Dawn's first light tomorrow,  as I stand in the silence at the Cenotaph and listen to the bugle play the last post in tribute, I will wish for a more pefect world for us all.

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.