It is pre dawn in Melbourne, a story is being told to 35000 silent people, the atmosphere is one of respect and reflection at the Shrine of Rememberance.
As the ceremony progresses and dawn breaks, there is a change in the mood of the crowd. The emotions are now visible in the surrounding faces and comfort can be found from strangers displaying similar feelings. I stand close of my husband and son and silently hope that all our soldiers have found some sort of peace, in life or death.
We meet up with a close friend for breakfast afterwards and I am somewhat subdued, my thoughts turning to the meaning of ANZAC Day and the questions that war, in any of it's forms throughout history, brings.
As the ceremony progresses and dawn breaks, there is a change in the mood of the crowd. The emotions are now visible in the surrounding faces and comfort can be found from strangers displaying similar feelings. I stand close of my husband and son and silently hope that all our soldiers have found some sort of peace, in life or death.
We meet up with a close friend for breakfast afterwards and I am somewhat subdued, my thoughts turning to the meaning of ANZAC Day and the questions that war, in any of it's forms throughout history, brings.
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