It is that time of the year again. As the sun breaks over the Horizon on the east coast of Australia, we look back and think about those who have given their lives in service of our country. ANZAC day is a special day for many, especially my mothers side of the family. My american friends may not really understand what ANZAC Day is, but think of it as similar to Memorial Day.

My mothers’s side of the family has a history of service with the army in World War 2. My Grandfather (my mothers father) served in the Second Australian Imperial Force (2nd AIF) as a Machine Gunner in the 2/2nd MG Btln. He served in that same unit with a few of his brothers, all of them came home safe and sound. So as the Veterans of WW2 start to pass away, it is definitely time to remember them.

Although I wish I could be home with the family, in Sydney to march with the rest of the family, I can’t. On this historic day on the 100th Anniversary of the landings in the Gallipoli, we look back and think of those who have given their lives and paid the ultimate sacrifice.

Tomorrow morning before Dawn, American time, I will be out in the park near Lake Union, paying my respects in the traditional fashion. Though I don’t think there will be any Two Up, sadly.

At the Going Down of the sun, and in the morning. We Will remember them.

Lest We Forget.