As I sit and think of ANZAC day...
I hear men and women sing hymns about the war, Outside my house. I hear people pray to all the brave soldiers and even animals who died during the war.
I see ANZAC services on the t.v. I see old men crying about friends and family who died during the war.
I feel poppies and dirt while i do some ANZAC planting. I feel empathy for all the families who lost dads, husbands and cousins and children.
