Wednesday, April 25, 2007

ANZAC DAY - Australia New Zealand Army Corps

Anzacs were born out of WWI : in particular in a seemingly suicide mission at Gallipoli, that took place beginning April 25th 1915.

Now we have a national day of remembrance for all of our past veterans and for all those present day men and women who give of their time to protect our country and our freedom.

All over the country at sunrise services are held, marches are planned.

This morning I woke up at 3.00am to travel to Currumbin Beach to take part in the Dawn Service. There were a small group of us. We arrived at Currumbin at 4.00am, and saw the crowds, it was huge (literally thousands and thousands of people, I'll tell you why later). I was driver and just followed the car in front of me. Suddenly realising we were right in the middle of the start of the parade, yikers and so turned up a street that had a bus heading right for us. We stopped, talked about the stupid bus driver and found a park not very far from the beach. It wasn't until walking back to our cars in the daylight, we realised I had driven up a one way street the wrong way .. Then in the darkness we solemnly and reverently watched the veterans, and many of the past veterans family members who marched in their places, as well as those who are serving us today and will in the future (cadets). It was a very humbling experience as you saw the faces of men and women who have and are and will battle for us so.

The dawn service was on the Beach so we were blessed to see a most beautiful sunrise.

Then came the reason there were thousands of people there. Powderfinger! gave a free concert on the beach. We were right up at the stage. We waited 4 hours for their concert and it was EXCELLENT.

BTW my new crush is Bernard Fanning .. humma humma.


The Diggers
Sunrise on Currumbin Beach

The Crowd

Powderfinger

2 comments:

Gail said...

WOW, WOW, double wow... that sounds fabulously delicious to start the day with powderfinger and the dawn parade.
I remember taking my cub scout pack to a dawn parade in New Plymouth... extremely moving experience to see grown men, gnarled by age and tainted by war - weep for the friends they left behind, and those more recently passed. I believe a dawn parade at least once in our lives in compulsory

Trude said...

I think it should be too .. it's very humbling to be a part of .. even as a spectator.