Yesterday was ANZAC Day here in NZ, and we took our boys to their first Anzac Memorial service. Both of them have been learning more about Anzac Day, and I definitely want them to know how important it is to pay tribute and remember, especially since both my Grandad (my Dad’s father) and Grandpa (my Mum’s father) served NZ as soldiers in WWI.
I wanted to go to a dawn parade, but with it being a Sunday, we wouldn’t have made it home in time for church. So instead, we attended the ANZAC parade and memorial service out at Piha at 1.45pm yesterday afternoon. The boys had never been to Piha, and I hadn’t been out there for about 15 years.
The commemorations started with a parade from the Piha R.S.A. on the hill, led by a band with bagpipes and drums and kilts. We walked in rows of 3 down to the beach and over to Lion Rock, where there are existing war memorial plaques.
The boys were extremely sensitive and well behaved. They listened and observed and sang (the National Anthem) and asked questions and participated (by placing our poppies at the foot of Lion Rock).
Here are a few photos I snapped to capture the days’ events:
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.
Tyler’s poppies that he made (the big one at school, the other at Nana’s house).
We will remember them. Lest we forget.