this year marks one hundred years since the anzac soliders arrived in gallipoli.
one hundred years
that's a really long time. it is wonderful to see their memory celebrated year after year and to know that their sacrifice is recognised by those who live today, in a country that is free because they fought to keep it that way. what a blessing it is. i will forever be grateful and promise to always tell my children year after year, exactly what we are remembering and why we are free!
i remember, that to me, probably the most moving experience during my time working out on funerals, was to hear the haunting music of the last post, played by a bugler, as those present stood in perfect silence, reverently awaiting the words of the ode
"they will grow not old, as we that are left grow old.
age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
at the going down of the sun and in the morning...
we will remember them
lest we forget"
i will never forget