What Wavewright said. Normally I am deeply involved in my town’s Anzac Day, since father and paternal grandfather were army medics, maternal grandfather was a soldier who, before and after the war, was a farmer and boat builder, and various other relatives also served. I can’t imagine being a medic in the butchery of Gallipoli, but grandpa survived. Normally we go to the Dawn Service, and I pitch in earlier to help make the Gunfire Breakfast, a communal meal which the town shares after the service, and to clean up after.
The Dawn Service itself is solemn and beautiful, and includes a silent meditation upon the service of our soldiers. This year we couldn’t do that, because Covid19, so the service was replaced by a private vigil. Later today we will listen to the broadcast service from the War Memorial.