So, I went to Dawn Service up at Mosman. It was my first since Gallipoli 1990. It was nice. It was a respectful event and not sad. A nice mix of adults, children, families, community organizations, widows, descendants and tourists were present. The words, the setting, and the reverence were all beautiful. The words were honest and fitting – balancing significance, reality, facts and history in a tidy message.
There were no veterans there as they were in the city. I didn’t shed a tear. I was taken by the symbolic sunrise over the Pacific book ended by Sydney heads. It was as though it was scripted. I remembered Grandpa Woody and all others who fought against evil in numerous theatres of war over several centuries. Lest we forget.