"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."
It is a traditional grey misty Anzac Day just to make today's commemoration services that little bit uncomfortable. I can't get out for one today, but as is my tradition, I have started the day listening to 'When the War is Over' by Cold Chisel. It says it all. RIP Dad and Granddad.