STAND TO

There are special moments in your life, people you meet and times that stay with you forever. The group journey down to Anzac Cove on the day before Anzac Day will be forever etched in my memory and the emotion it stirred will remain with me until the last breath I draw. At 6pm a long row of firemen, students, museum crew and cooks united as one, as Australians, on the beach at Anzac Cove.
With the Sphinx looking down on this bunch of Aussies and the frigid winds whistling like voices of our fallen ancestors, Plugger, Skulls and Roger stirred the emotions with a magical ode to the diggers. A unified cracking of beer cans broke the minute’s silence and a ceremonial pouring onto the sands showed the respect that we all have for the ultimate sacrifice displayed by our Anzacs on foreign soil 93 years ago. Many drank their beer in silence while others rejoiced in friendship with open displays of affection. Some reflected, others laughed, most cried, but whatever occurred in this unique place and time forms an indelible fabric of our being. We are Australian, and bloody proud of it.