A very early start this morning. I went to an ANZAC dawn service on Manly’s Corso. I wasn’t alone. I reckon another 700 people ranging from young kids to 80 year olds braved the early hour to pay their respects to our fallen soldiers. I must admit I was puzzled by the start time for the “dawn” service (4.25am), when sunrise wasn’t until 6.23am. A quick text exchange with a mate who had been in the army explained that the first Australian hit the shore of what is now ANZAC Cove at 4.25am. That Australian died. The service was solemn, reserved and respectful. One can’t but be moved by the lone bugler’s tune hanging in the air. It’s hard to read about the Gallipoli campaign, an exercise in utter futility, without getting emotional. It’s undoubtedly fused Aussies and Kiwis together and serves as the way to honour the 100,000 plus Australians that have died in war (still dying).
Respects paid, it’s time to raise a glass. Fortuitously, I had a stubbie of a new variety Monteith’s. Their Autumn Amber Ale is a single batch brew that is a terrific blend of malt and hops. Quite a fan of this one. ANZAC Day is as much about the Kiwis as the Aussies, so cheers to NZ on this day.
Lest we forget.