'Lest We Forget'
My alarm’s going off in the quietest tone I could find because it’s 4am and I don’t want to wake my flatmate. It’s April 25th, ANZAC day, and the first dawn service I’ve been to since I was a teen.
The early morning start with no coffee, standing room only and immense crowd takes a toll and I retreat to the beach for space and air. The beach setting seems so fitting and the local lifeguards are out on the water maneuvering a U-Boat in a recreation of that dawn landing 100 years ago. While the swell of the waves is soothing and comforting, it’s also imbued with kinetic potential energy and violence, a sobering reminder of war and those who fought for it to end and the lives left devastated in its wake.
Lest We Forget