Lest We Forget
Its 4am, its freezing, I should be in bed. But Daddy wanted to come to the first ANZAC day dawn service at the Australian National Memorial, outside of Villers Bretonneux, France. I'm sure I'll understand the significance of this as I grow up. Until then there are a lot of warm legs to hide behind and pretty flowers.
1 comment:
How amazing! Now I know why you went to Europe when you did... this is the follow on to Gallipoli a couple of years ago, huh?
Rhonda
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