I was watching the ANZAC day march this morning, in fact it is still on TV at the moment, and I just couldn't stop crying. In fact each time I watch it I get all misty eyed. Just call me Little Miss Sensitive!! I guess its because I think of people like my Grandpop who put his age up for the WWI and then put it down for WWII. Then I think of all the old folk who are no longer marching because they have passed away. It's so sad to realise that the regiments have less and less people in them now.
All of this makes me realise that I should phone Dad up later today to see how he is getting on. He was going to Mallala this morning for the Dawn Service there.
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