I was woken up yesterday morning by a kookaburra. How australian is that. A unique sound, yet slightly annoying at 6am.
And besides football, meat pies, kangaroos and holden cars (and kookaburras) nothing is more australian than ANZAC day.
Theres something about the dawn ANZAC service. Held in every town and city in australia. To stand in the dark with a couple of thousand other people and watch the old soldiers march in, and the young. The horses standing in the background, no one making a sound. Then as the sun comes up the bugler plays The Last Post. And you really get goosebumps thinking about all those young australians, miles away from home, waiting in the dawn to go over the top of the trenches. As a young boy I know once said
It gets you right here – as he tapped his chest.
And how fantastic is it to see australians over at Villers Bretonneux this year as well as Gallipoli. A place I didn't know existed until a few years ago. A place where 2000 australians were killed in one night of fighting in 1916 at The Battle of Fromelles.
And how special will this years ANZAC day be for the family of The Sydney crew members. Only just now found after being lost at sea in 1941 with all 645 crew members still on board.