Years later, it meant watching my daughters march in their Brownie uniforms.
Now, it means a Dawn Service at the Kranji War Memorial Cemetery here in Singapore. When we walk up to the memorial building, a lone bagpiper is playing. Gives me goosebumps every time.
Lots of Ambassadors and other dignitaries are there. Either the NZ or Australian Ambassador will lead the service, with prayers from a minister. The choir from the Australian School leads us in singing the anthems of both countries. Wreaths are laid. The Last Post is played and makes me tearful every time. The sun rises while we're there (about 7am) and its gorgeous.
Afterward, there's a 'gunfire breakfast' with rum for the tea if you want it!
I truly appreciate the fact that we can celebrate ANZAC Day while living so far from home.
Wow Deb it sounds fantastic. I always think Anzac Day is not only a great time to remember those brave men but to also put in perspective our battles compared to theirs!
ReplyDeleteANZAC days always remind me of my mum. She used to watch the march every year, and probably would have gone to a dawn service if it wasn't for my brother and I. I remember her being so happy if I watched it with her, I wish I'd done it more often. She served in the army so the RSL came to her funeral and played the last post. I really get quite choked up when I hear it now.
ReplyDeleteMy funny ANZAC day story is from my first year of teaching when I was sitting next to one of the sirs from the IM unit. She spent most of the assembly trying to feel me up and even followed me when I got up to move away from her. It was very, very awkward trying to deal with that in the middle of a formal assembly!