Every year I remember Anzac Day.
I always think I will write a post about it.
I see them all over blog land, with awesome poetry and really well written.
And I always think I cannot do it justice.
My Dad served New Zealand in Vietnam and it really affected him.
My Great Grandad died in WW1. He was 25 and didn't get to see his first and only child, my Grandad.
The only thing I really can say is Thank You. Thank You for fighting for our country and what you thought was right. Thank You for being brave, even though you were probably scared.