anzac-thMy day started dark and cold in George Town for the dawn service. You could sense the quiet talk, footsteps and the hum of human purpose as locals walked toward the cenotaph from their various directions. A lovely, sombre service – just as it should be. I’m glad it was cold – it was a gentle reminder of the savage, bitter conditions I imagine our brave diggers enduring in the trenches.

Later, it warmed the heart to see the huge community turnout by young and old for Anzac Day at the 11am service in Launceston. As the veterans marched they were clapped and cheered on by crowds three and four deep lining the streets. They were a modest bunch, but entirely aware of the respect in which they are held by us Aussies.

And then came the schoolchildren, many with the medals of family members pinned on their right breast, marching behind. Dozens of veteran and community organisations laid wreaths at the centotaph under sunny blue sky, and the crowd joined Pastor Craig Spaulding in prayer and the recessional.

It was a solemn event and demonstrates the wonderful depth of community, respect for veterans and hopes for peace in this great city of ours and indeed, our world.

I thank God for these men and women, what they did and why.

Lest we forget.

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