It’s hard not to be moved as the Last Post eerily rings out and you find yourself pausing to reflect on those brave souls who arrived at Gallipoli that fateful morning and those after them who gave their lives.
Anzac Day is a time to remember. My English grandfather Charles William Lintonbon served in World War II in the Royal New Zealand Navy on board the HMS Achilles.
But it wasn’t war that took my grandad’s life.
After surviving the threat of the Japanese, and a bomb that killed 13 of his comrades, he was settling back into post-war life when he was killed in a motorbike accident, aged 34.
This year will be an Anzac Day like no other. There are parallels between Covid-19 and the World Wars. Those who lived through war times have spoken of the similarities.
Loss of freedoms we take for granted, lockdowns, underground bunkers, food and supplies rationing, all in an effort to keep people safe and alive.
Our current battle may be against a silent enemy, but the consequences are much the same. Only when your sense of freedom is taken away do you appreciate the sacrifice of our forefathers to guarantee ours.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning – we will remember them.