We see lots of old people. They have lots of medals and walk in a parade.
We saw a fire in a pool (the Eternal Flame). When the fighting stops there will be no more fire. But I like fire.
And we saw red poppies. It’s for lots of people. They died and didn’t come home.
And the red submarine! It has a really small toilet.
Daddy got them when he went away. He got them to say thank you for making other countries safe.
And he has a badge too.
Yes. I saw horses and drums. And I can feel the drums in my chest. And that man has lots of medals.
And a man was riding a lawnmower (motorised wheelchair).
And we made ANZAC biscuits with Daddy.
“Once, long ago, there was a war my daddy says.
Many soldiers fought and died in a place called Gallipoli.
Some were from Australia and some were from New Zealand.
They died in places with names like The Nek, Lone Pine and Anzac Cove.
Their mums and dads waited, but they never came home.”
“One day I will march on Anzac Day, and I will do the remembering.”
LEST WE FORGET
*excerpt from My Grandad Marches on ANZAC Day by Catroina Hoy and Benjamin Johnson