Just wanted to post a blog about ANZAC Day. Don't really feel like going into details about what it is really. Most should know, but for those who don't.
ANZAC Day is a memorial day for those who fought or are fighting, died and returned home from the wars. It, the term ANZAC and its spirit was coined in Gollipoli in WWI. From the horror and blood shed we Australians and New Zealands faced that day now brings us our freedom. Something that could only ever be paid in bloodshed and loss. But this is not only about how many people died in the wars, it's about the families of those affected, and their friends and comrades.
I know it's not til Sunday, but I just felt like typing this because...well it's hard to remember the picture of my grandpa, who fought, survived and later died after WWII. I know a few veterans, from Vietnam, and ever WWII that don't talk about it. And I know it's hard. As I hear the last post played at my school today, I couldn't help but feel my throat being choked. I was choking trying to hold back the tears, as I've known the loss and it hurts. This day hurts. But it's a day to remember.
And I'm pouring my heart and soul into this, so if you don't agree...don't post. But I really just wanted to remember those who died for us. Those who paid the supreme price for victory.
Age shall not grow old, as we are left to grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
And in the going down of the sun, we will remember.
Lest we forget.