After watching an Anzac Day Parade down at Kiama this morning, I went down to the cliffs and to this water blow hole they have there. It was raining and windy but just as we were leaving we saw this older digger getting helped out of his car by some younger kids (grandchildren probably). I watched them help him walk to the fence that overlooks the cliffs and the ocean near the lighthouse. I saw him lean on the fence and bury his face in his hands, his shoulders were shaking and one of the kids was rubbing his back. It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen.
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 will remember them.
Lest We Forget.