Well, Dawn service at Sandgate was special. I've never seen so many people, I don't think. A quiet understated service, the focus on those no longer here, no patriotic speeches, the park in darkness, just the Cenotaph lights lighting up the names of the fallen. And right at the end, the biggest mobs of parrots flew over, wheeling in the sky, calling to each other, happy in their celebration of life, it seemed. A perfect metaphor for the day. And on the way home, along the beachfront, the sun just rising above the horizon , I heard this song on the radio, by Eric Bogle. The gift of years, written about an old Gallipoli digger, who went back after 75 years to the grave of his old mate. Never heard it before, but it seemed like a perfect song for the moment. Some one is smiling down on me, I reckon.
The Gift of Years - YouTube

