It is now past midnight here in Sydney.
In a few hours, there will be services around the country for a minute of silence, to remember those who have fought, and died, paying the ultimate price of sacrifice that we, free people, enjoy today in our liberty and lifestyle. For us here in Australia, the tradition is for this minute to be held at the 11th Hour on the 11th Day of the 11th Month.
In this place, it may be the in fact when the nation stops, unlike for when the Melbourne Cup runs, but when people will take the time to think a little of those gone. Schools stop, classes at university stop, and in some places, even traffic stops. On radios, loudspeakers, in parks, halls, clubs, the haunting call of a lone bugle echoes in the air, the Last Post, The Rouse, and then the dedication.
In a few hours, there will be services around the country for a minute of silence, to remember those who have fought, and died, paying the ultimate price of sacrifice that we, free people, enjoy today in our liberty and lifestyle. For us here in Australia, the tradition is for this minute to be held at the 11th Hour on the 11th Day of the 11th Month.
In this place, it may be the in fact when the nation stops, unlike for when the Melbourne Cup runs, but when people will take the time to think a little of those gone. Schools stop, classes at university stop, and in some places, even traffic stops. On radios, loudspeakers, in parks, halls, clubs, the haunting call of a lone bugle echoes in the air, the Last Post, The Rouse, and then the dedication.
Ode of Remembrance
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not 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.
Lest We Forget.
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