Anzac Day - The sound of the bugle at the Dawn Service brought’ tears to my eyes. I imagined my boy standing with his ‘brothers in arms’ in Brisbane. So far away yet so close. But life goes on and life is for the living. And unfortunately once the day is over the living fade into the background once again. They go back to their every day lives with their difficulties’ and challenges, and we as society don’t give it much thought because we are caught up in our own battles. We don’t give it much thought till we are told that there is a funeral and we stand there with tears in our eyes and guilt in our hearts, because we should have done more, cared more, thought more about the living who are existing in the shadows. It saddens me to read that there are so many ‘modern veterans’ who don’t attend the march or don’t wear their medals. They don’t because they are either quizzed about their right to be or lectured about their right to carry with honour what they earned. Ins...
Musings of a Soldier's Mum