Anzac Day a time for mates, memories and introspection

ANZAC Day, this day we who have served will never with arrogance don our medals and reminders of our service.

We shall display what we feel we wish others to know and nothing more.

At the rising of the sun we shall stand in quiet and remember those who we have in our memories and hearts, grandfathers who looked so deep in thought with never a smile except when close to a person we never knew, fathers who will never talk to us but we see them laughing with others in memory of people we never knew and they do not wish to share those secrets. And as one of them we realise we are as much as them with our own.

We know what we have done, what we have seen, what we do not wish to trouble families with.

This day is our day to remember grandpa who we know was on that fly blown hill, and dad who was covered in mud or sand or uncle Bob who saw helicopters every day as he lay in a hole in the ground or my old mate who I grew up with and used to smile at every bad joke I said.

It is Anzac Day.