Something very special and reflective about attending a dawn service regardless as to weather you have personal connection or not. As the tears fell down my face I let them, listening to the bugle and thinking of the unbelievable sacrifices, loss and courage of Australians and New Zealand'ers.
My make shift rosemary wreath, and a batch of ANZAC biscuits, that I was quite chuffed with for once.
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