25th April..........yesterday to us!
Alan and I proudly wore medals for: My grandfather, father and uncle, and his father--and marched with the diggers at our local Anzac parade.
THE ODE:
They shall grow not 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