Went to the ANZAC Dawn Service this morning. For those not from Australia or New Zealand, it is a solemn commemoration of our war dead. I always go, since many of my kin and friends have died or suffered in various wars. We listen to a commemorative speech as the dawn breaks, there are generally hymns and poems in memory of the dead, a bugler plays, wreaths are laid at the memorial, (all the little farm towns have one, because traditionally a lot of Australia's soldiers have come from the bush). Then the town has a communal breakfast in the CWA Hall, we drink gunfire coffee and look at historical exhibitions (big fancy ones this year because it is the 100th anniversary of the end of World War 1). The local choir sang for us, popular songs of the WW1 period. Then everyone adjourned to the car park at the back of the hall for the ritual game of two-up.
This is the first Anzac Day in my memory when it hasn't rained. That felt strange.