ANZAC day today. A sombre sort of a day. When I was young and intolerant, I thought it was a glorification of war. Now I see that it is a commemoration of what was lost to war.
It’s cosy and warm at home. The weather outside is cold and the rain comes down in great gusts, then retreats behind the rushing clouds again. I think about all those young men sent out to fight in the world. The mud, the cold, the pain they endured. The damage to those that returned. The many that never returned.
Today, we remember them.