“There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”
ANZAC day is one of my favourite days of the year to be Australian. Whilst I feel pretty blessed every day to call this incredible country home, there is just something about the spirit of the ANZACs that really hits home. The whole day exemplifies what it means to be Australian and more importantly what it has taken for us to get here. Mateship, pride, selflessness, hard work… Shall I go on?
I take peace for granted. We are shielded from the sacrifices that are made every day to keep us that way. My gratitude-filled heart breaks to even think about it.
Attending the dawn service at Sandgate is always such a touching experience. It being the centenary made it even more so. I am always overwhelmed by the number of people of all ages who come and pay their respect.
Every man who stepped foot on the shores of Gallipoli are no longer with us – many of whom’s lives were cut short far to early. At 22 years old, I think now that many of my friends would have been there had I lived 100 years earlier. And many would not have come back. It’s a surreal thought. And it makes me feel even more grateful for the future ahead of me. I have been given the opportunity to live; and live a meaningful life is exactly what I intend to do.
Lest we forget.