I always have mixed feelings about today. On one hand I don't support war and yet on the other the solemness of this day deserves reflection. I have always gone to the parades. Watching those who left their families and have seen things that I would never dare to imagine, pass in front of me. Maybe it was my charismatic high school history teacher that instilled in me a strong respect for today or maybe it is now that I have a child of my own that the full force of what war is and does to families is more tangible, or perhaps it is the emotion of the rouse and reveille.
Last night Zahra and I were looking up symbols of ANZAC day and I felt that I wanted to make something small to remember this day. So I sat and stitched these little pieces, a poppy and a corsage style rosemary brooch for remembrance.
And at the risk of sounding sentimental...
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
Laurence Binyon, "The fallen"
~Cxo~
