Respect...

There were over forty thousand people in Kings Park for the Anzac Day Dawn Service yesterday. It was a little surreal making our way through groups of people standing or sitting in the pre- dawn darkness silently waiting for the sun to rise and the service to begin. It's probably the only time that such a vast crowd, including babies and young children who seemed to catch the mood, remain so remarkably quiet that it's almost a little eerie, a fitting show of respect for the Anzac legend. There's something about the sound of the bugle playing the Last Post after the ceremony of laying of the wreaths that I'm sure stirs images in all of us of weary soldiers in camp at the end of the day mourning the loss of mates. The heavens above displayed  their respect in a spectacular show of colour, the above shot was taken just as the sun was appearing above the horizon and the one below not long after.....

Aimee was right there with me taking her own shots, her hair matching the sunrise perfectly....!

The Tiger Moth flyby.....

The Flame of Remembrance (The Eternal flame).....

And there will always be sailors checking out the pretty ladies.....!!

Or perhaps silently remembering the bravery of the men and women from Western Australia who were killed in action during WW1 and all subsequent conflicts who's names are listed on the inner chamber walls of the crypt under the State War Memorial . I heard the Last Post and Reveille many times through the day yesterday and own up to a lump in the throat everytime, that's just the way it is. Lest we forget.