ANZAC DAY

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A day of silence.
A day of greif.
A day of remembrance.

A day when nations stop and step away from the present world to remember, honour and respect the a world in history.
It is a glorious day to which we truly remember not only the sacrifises of those lost through battle, but also the sacrifises made by those who lived through the war. I believe, if you are breathing through war, you are at war.The sacrifises people have made to have the honour and trust in their family and loved ones to provide them with the faith of the future of a greatful nation.
We do not simply honour and respect those that have past and made sacrifises. We honour and respect those that have lived through to tell the tale of their own. To tell the nation the stories untold, to pass on messages back home to loved ones; messages that could not be reached.

Today is a beautiful day. A day when a nation is silent, a day when everyone wears an iconic red on them. A small red plant known as a 'Poppy'.

Although, single Poppy's are not worn traditionally on ANZAC DAY, but Remembrance Day (Nov 11).It still marks a symbol of respect, honour and remembrance.




Wherever you are today, do not forget the reason why you breathe the fine crisp air you do. Do not forget the clean grass we walk and run on freely. Do not forget the reason why we can still return to a home.
Do not forget the reason why, we are free.

To the lost, alive and forgotten...

We Remember you.
We Remember them.


Lest We Forget.

Please read this poem by Rudyard Kipling. The origin of the phrase 'Lest We Forget'.

-Recessional-
Rudyard Kipling

God of our fathers, known of old--
Lord of our far-flung battle line
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget - lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget - lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe--
Such boasting as the Gentiles use
Or lesser breeds without the law--
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget - lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard--
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard--
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!

Lest We Forget