At the going down of the sun
REMEMBRANCE Day continues to be a date on the calender that all Australians observe in one way or another.
The first thing I noticed, and probably the first thing many of us notice when we learn about Remembrance Day, is the poetic nature of its timing.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
I have grown up around communities and people who hold days like this and Anzac Day as sacred, rightfully so, and the North Burnett has proven no different.
What comes into stark focus when living in a small regional community is the true magnitude of sacrifice and loss the wars brought upon our nation.
A century ago to the month and day, young men, younger than I am now and some of them just boys, faced something we have spent 100 years trying to understand for ourselves.
Words can’t describe: I think that is the term I hear most frequently when veterans of the great wars try to explain it in interviews and old recordings.
And today we still have brave soldiers in service overseas, some whom have made the ultimate sacrifice and the rest who are prepared to.
It’s on and around days like Remembrance Day when I try my best to imagine even a fraction of what those soldiers faced, their fears, dreams, hopes and desires.
Lest We Forget.