Lest we forget…

Today is ANZAC Day in Australia.A time to remember those who fought for our freedom, who made the ultimate sacrifice and who served and are still living with the consequences of their service.

I am grateful, and I do not forget.

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

From The Fallen by Laurence Binyon

16 thoughts on “Lest we forget…

  1. My Great Uncle was at Gallipoli…
    😦

    • katechiconi says:

      Many of our generation have family members who served, and it is fitting that we remember. My grandfather won a Military Cross in the Somme. My father was in the Normandy landings on D-Day +1. It would have been his 99th birthday yesterday.

  2. My Father in Law fought in WWII 💞
    Those words were in our bulletin at church ⛪️ as well which was so lovely 🥰

  3. We were up for Dawn Service today. It rained on and off most of the night but fortunately cleared in time for -considering the early hour- the well attended gathering at the shrine. Brief and peaceful accompanied by roosters’ crows and kookaburra laughter at dawn as is fitting for our rural village. As you say, the least we can do is remember and commemorate in a way that is meaningful to us.

    • katechiconi says:

      It poured here. J was on night shift, so he was just getting to bed as it would have started. We didn’t attend, but we did remember. And it’s still raining. Not that I can complain, compared with what you guys have had to endure.

  4. cedar51 says:

    My own father, a single but young lad was at WW1 and came back with a legacy that not many young men wanted, but he was alive.
    ANZAC day here across the ditch…many events cancelled or with no public invited due to you know what!
    I spent part of today thinking about my parents, both of whom died when I was in my early 20s, elderly by then. The rest of my family were older than me, so they were mostly in their 40s.
    Yes, I’m one of those “special babies” of the 1950s…

    • katechiconi says:

      I lost my mother at 23, and my father only 2 years ago, and like you, I was one of the youngest – we’re transgenerational, but I’m a product of the early 60s! I feel as if I’ve lost my link with that whole generation that went to war for us…

  5. nanacathy2 says:

    I love that you gave displayed the medals. I should do the same.

  6. CurlsnSkirls says:

    My father worked with then super-secret radar, and met my mother through that. He served in Africa, Italy, then the Philippines & other islands. We never learnt much as youngsters because he didn’t talk about his experiences, but I’m sure he knew and worked with some fine men from your part of the world. It’s good to remember what they all did.

    • katechiconi says:

      A lot of men and a few women came back from their war experiences and couldn’t or wouldn’t talk about it. My Pa was never one to tell us much, which leads me to think that maybe it was very far from a good time… Yes, remembering is good.

  7. Going Batty in Wales says:

    I wonder what happened to my Dad’s medals. Like so many men he hardly ever spoke of his experiences. I knew he had been evacuated from Dunkirk and spent a very long time in the sea after the boat he was on was sunk. After that he said that he had been sent to the Scottish islands as company clerk but a few years ago I discobvered he had been working on radar and the Islands story was a cover!

    • katechiconi says:

      I do think it’s good that the stories are able to emerge in the end. It makes our parents seem much more heroic in a sense; they were doing dangerous, vital work and weren’t even able to tell anyone or have a tiny brag about it afterwards. You only have to look at Enigma being declassified in the 1970s – half the cryptographers were dead by the time they’d have been able to reveal their contribution.

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