It was very dark, cold and misty when we arrived at the Australian National War Memorial for the dawn service. And to think this is only their spring. I can't even begin to imagine the hardships the Australian men and women went through here in winter all those years ago! The sun rose over the memorial as we watched the ceremony from only the 6th row back. As there were about 6000 people here - row 6 wasn't bad!
It was a very moving service. My eyes got a bit watery at times - especially at the reading by an Australian War Widow. The letter of a worried mother searching for her "missing" son's whereabouts. Her son who had died nearly 6 months ago.
Here the band plays Waltzing Matilda.
It was also goodbye to Vestie (Slyvestre) and Estelle - our wonderful tour guides. We saw them off with a poem each, Anzac biscuits and a promise to visit again soon!
Ode to Estelle
You are a cutie,
And a downright Australian “beauty”.
Your giggle is contagious,
And your humour outrageous!
Your driving skills are better,
Than those of Slyvestre. (hin hin hin)
We all think you’re a star,
And we will miss you from afar.
So until we meet again…
It’s see ya later…
From your mates in Austraya!
Ode to Slyvestre
Merci pour being our bestie (bestfriend).
Kind-hearted, enthusiastic and knowledgeable,
You make learning about history more than tolerable.
Your love of your “patrie”,
Is clear for all to see!
You have enriched my life greatly,
With everything you have taught me.
But there is some knowledge I lack,
I still don’t know what that flag is…
The one with the big Union Jack??
Hope to see you in Australia soon!