By the left…..

The sharp crack
of leather soles
on pavement.
One hundred and twenty
beats per minute.
Eyes left past
the cenotaph.
Sharp cracks,
off of the buildings
lining the route
of the march.
Each crack
firing off memories,
old and new,
camaraderie amidst chaos.
Each crack
and explosive drum beat
combined to honour
those who serve
and those that died.

They shall not grow 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 shall remember them.

Lest we Forget

100 years of ANZAC tradition as we celebrate the memories of all those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice for their country and comrades. Wherever you are, honour their memory on this special ANZAC day.