Lest We Forget

Tomorrow morning, I will rise early.  Along with my man, we will head into join in the Anzac Dawn Service at Anzac Square here in Brisbane.  And every year, I sit with so much respect for every one of those young men and women and animals that through a deeper love for our country and everyone that lived/lives here they gave their all for.  There is no glorification of war, but the deepest respect for a love that meant they were prepared to sacrifice themselves in order to protect and allow the rest of us to live this life of freedom that we all so enjoy today and that some take for granted.
You see, this day is a day of remembrance for my dad.  For it was his involvement in the Second World War that went on to not just shape his future, but also impacted all of us – our whole family.  There was innocence left on the fields by those that returned.   There was the torment of what was endured, seen, felt.  And that torment would not stop just because they arrived back in their home towns, grateful to be alive. It is something that they have lived with from that time on.   And that emotional fall out would later have a bearing on how we, the families lived out our lives.  For every aspect of pain endured was lived by each of us in some way.  
As with everyone who endures some form of emotional hurt and pain, it plays out with numbing or the after affects of what was their lives in those times.  The numbing through substances or the addictions to those ‘aids’ that were given to those young soldiers as part of their rations.  The torment that played out in their beings that rippled out to everyone in their inner circle.  And for the illnesses that would live on in their bodies until their last days.  It all has had a bearing.
So tomorrow, yes I will be present to remember the fallen, but also to remember my dad, his life, our lives.  That Second World War became a part of our family – all of us.  It is remembered with gratitude, forgiveness and so much love for the young man/men and women whose lives were so dramatically changed.   And because that too, has made me who I am today.  I am so grateful and remember not just for my dad but for my mum, because as a young bride, she became the constant healer and carer on that journey.  Our lives were touched, and I still just love.
And every year, I will continue to do the same, and be ever vigilant in making sure that those events that have given us our freedom and lessons, are not forgotten. Nor to be replaced by any other form of disrespect or loss of the freedoms those who put their hand up to protect us gave us.  
Lest We Forget

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