Not the usual banter and bluster. That’s what you get when you’ve just been to the Dawn Service at the Shrine.
Anzac Day is like no other. It is a day of extremes. Solemn, boozy, loud, quiet, connected, solitary.
Just like Australia.
To stand quietly among so many is a rare experience. It is an opportunity. It should be taken.
I reflected not only on the sacrifices of those who went away to fight, but also on those no longer in my life. Remembrance is a bitter-sweet thing. It is a necessary thing. Whether it’s Anzac Day, World AIDS Day or the anniversary of something shared with someone lost: it is good medicine.
And after the medicine, don’t wait until you need it again. Find out about it. Go into it. Act upon it.