late to the party I know, but a few quick shots from our little towns Anzac Day parade, which the children run.
His joy was compounded by the fact that as he mounted the borrowed horse, he was informed of its narcolepsy-like condition. It probably wasn't appropriate, but the owner of the old horse and the wife of the green shirted rider were heard cackling away quietly when The Husband was seen giving ole Spin a boot in the belly to wake him up...
The service (just lovely as always) was followed by smoko of course.
I raided my precious silver leafed iron bark tree for some greenery, and on the way out, quickly added some fresh mock orange blooms to the vase. Smell=divine.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them. Lest we Forget