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A very nice piece of
A very nice piece of information regarding the Anzac Day celebrated in Australia and New Zealand. It is too bad that the U.S. Memorial Day has pretty much devolved into simply another way to go spend money shopping and a three day weekend from work.
To those of us who served.....
Memorial Day has a much deeper meaning.
I remember those with whom I served every day of my life. I am reminded of them at the oddest times, and I am still awakened periodically by my nightmares.
I pray every day that they will forgive me for failing in my first duty - to bring them all home safe and sound. Memorial Day is the day that I honor them and ask forgiveness for my failures.
You are right in that for many it has lost it's true meaning. It falls upon those of us who remember to keep the sanctity of the day.
"Death is light as a feather. Duty is heavier than a mountain."
My honor dictates my duty.
Dallas
D. Eden
“Hier stehe ich; ich kann nicht anders. Gott helfe mir.”
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus
An Anzac's Requiem
A heart felt chapter written by a true member of the ANZAC family, I to went too remember my grandfather who served his country in that war to end all wars on this special day for all Australian and New Zealanders and wore his medal with pride and will ways will.
lest we forget.
Memories
With ANZAC day just gone, your story is very poignant. My grandfather and his younger brother served in the great war. Sadly, the younger brother did not make it home. He lost his life in the killing fields of France, so very close to the end of the war.He was only 23. Both received medals for their bravery. Dad served in WWII, being injured when the Japanese bombed Darwin.
"Many return home wounded in body, and perhaps even more wounded in mind." Only recently has PTSD been understood and even acknowledged as a real condition. Next year(2015) will be the 100th anniversary of the birth of ANZAC day. I honour and respect all servicemen.
A good story.
Joanna