ANZAC Day Dawn Services held on the army base at each unit are quite different to those services held in town. Our service began with a section attack, with the noise of riffles and machine guns breaking the harsh silence and lighting up the darkness. The boys have seen it all before so weren’t too intrigued, but I was struck by how loud the guns were and I could barely see where they were shooting or moving. I can understand why dawn was the best time to attack but it also evoked my imagination as to how incredibly scary it would have been for those soldiers arriving at Gallipoli, or any that have been in combat over the years. The ode and Psalm 23 were read, the wreaths were laid, a small sermon given accompanied by speeches of remembrance and prayers for the country, those currently serving, those who have served before us and their families on the home front. It was too quiet to interrupt with the clicking of camera shutters, so I took some photos after the service.
My darling soldier…definitely has a career option of being a model when he leaves defence, don’t you think? I was a bit disappointed the boys didn’t wear service dress, maybe another day I’ll show you how spiffy he looks in his olive green drabs!
Watch: Michael Kors
Bag: Dianna Ferrari
We spent the afternoon and evening with friends having a BBQ. This is Jade and Gerard, our dear friends and lovely hosts!
Kirsty, Elisabeth and I (you might remember them from this post)