They shall not grow 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.
We will remember them.
I miss my grandfather terribly.
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I'm sorry. Some days are just so much worse than others. This too shall pass. Promise.
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My sister & I feel the same we always went to the dawn service & then the march with our grandparents. I nearly starting crying the other day when I brought my badge from the old digger at Martin Place
ReplyDeleteIt's so sad.. I think what always gets me is the Last Post.. I imagine myself in my grandfathers shoes and what it would've been like listening to that at the end of the day.. after seeing mates die, after starving for food, after fighting for his life. He was soo young. Poor bubba.
ReplyDeleteAnd Martin Place! Omg!! I work on York Street. It's a small world.
I get teary when listening to the Last Post as well.
ReplyDeleteIt really is a national day for remembering those who have fallen and the job our soldiers have done for us over the years, and it's great that we have that.
Beautiful poem.
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