This morning I made the effort to get up early and attend the Dawn Service at my local Cenotaph.
I've never done this before, and last year I promised myself that I would finally do it in respect to my great grandfather who served in Gallipoli and to all the Returned Servicemen and Women who I care for on a daily basis at work.
The air was filled with a sense of excitement and reflection.
At exactly 5am, the service started with just the slightest hint of daylight peeping over the horizon of the ocean. It was a lovely service but, at the same time, very moving. It was lovely to see so many young families there (with young children) to lay flowers at the base of the cenotaph.
There was only one unfortunate event when an elderly gentleman (Returned Veteran) appeared to suffer chest pain and Paramedics had to attend to him until an Ambulance arrived to transport him to hospital.
It really must be an extremely emotional experience for these people. Now they can go away and enjoy a lovely breakfast put on for them at the RSL and enjoy the rest of the day with their mates raising a glass or 2 and maybe enjoying the odd game of 2Up. They deserve it.
LEST WE FORGET