Thanks to the early rising experiment, this was the first Anzac Day I’ve commemorated where I was actually up early enough for the dawn service. I didn’t go, though – listened to the Canberra service on the radio and lit a candle for all those who have died at Gallipoli and in all armed conflicts around the world.
I always think of the futility of war and the waste of life (as this fellow Perthite does).
I leave you with a selection of Australian bloggers’ thoughts on this 91st Anzac Day:
Mooiness provides a good overview of the day itself.
Sorrow at Sills Bend shares some thoughts on that war hero, Weary Dunlop.
Pavlov’s Cat shares a human insight: parents and grandparents who served.
Suki considers the fate of soldiers who survive war zones.
And an assortment of posts from Larvatus Prodeo. What’s a national day, if it’s not subject to different viewpoints and interpretations?
Meant to post something earlier, but I got sidetracked, and then we had a power failure for a couple of hours in the middle of the morning (most unusual!), and M’s parents dropped in for coffee.