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Once a year, I rise early and make my way to the Cenotaph to gather silently in the dark with the others who have come to pay their respects to those before us who stood in the defence of our Nation.
The dark hides my tears, and I always cry, as I am reminded of those who gave their lives and those who came home, yet still have to live with the memory of war for the remainder of their lives.
This morning, the preacher spoke a simple message: “May we, and our successes, be worthy of their sacrifice.”
Lest we forget, let’s make our actions worthy.