Went to the service at our cenotaph this morning then had a cuppa at the RSL. I can't forget, my boys are buried in Turkey, France and Belgium... they left as volunteers, like all the Aussies, and they never came home. So to my grandma's crazy uncles and my Great grandad's brothers who died as men whent they were little more than boys me and mine will never forget.

 

 

 

It's always crazy to think of that time in my life. I remember plotting the bomb boxes...I remember spending days at battle station because the small boats that would charge our ship. I remember watching the Marines train in the hanger bay...they were so young. I remember the awful propaganda films about women and children strapped with bombs to deaden our senses to what was going to happen. I remember tracking loaded LCACs to shore and never seeing those young men again. 

Those guys are my heros...I light my candle for them today.

Thank you to all that have served around the world and given their lives to protect ours...