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This year I felt proud in attending the 2017 ANZAC March. Why did I feel extra specialy proud this year you ask? I marched. My dad was in the RAAF, Royal Australian Airforce for 25 years. While he served his time he recieved many medals for his service. And this year my sisters friend at Monstas Medals created a set of miniature medals for each of us girls to cherish. This gave me the incentive to march and with my new addition I felt priveledge and proud to wear them at this years ANZAC day. I marched with the RAAF Association, my niece Rebecca and her son Hayden. I haven't marched for a very long time, I do have some vague memories of marching with the school when I was a wee bit younger. This was a long time ago so I did not have an idea marching would feel this way. The feeling I had when I was marching was one I haven't experienced before. It was a surreal feeling. It gave me mixed emotions. The feeling of being proud; proud to be apart of this annual commemorative service. I also experenced the emotion of sadness, bringing teary eyes; thinking of my father. My dad is suffering, but as a doctor once said living with melanoma, this sad emotion was highlighten from these thoughts. The march started from The Strand Park and headed towards the memorial area at the end of The Strand where the march came to a end. The side of the road was crowded with people. While marching this crowd would clap and applause, this clapping enchance the surreal feeling I experienced. The clapping never stopped a continuous applause from the time we took one step in front of the other and proceeded on our commendative march. This ambient sound gave you an overwhelming feeling. I felt so very proud to have had the opportunity to march on this rememberance day of 25th April 2017. ANZAC day was first originated to honour those Australian and New Zealanders who faught at Gallipoli against the Ottoman Empire during World War I. The meaning of ANZAC day I now know is different for eveyone. The meaning of ANZAC day and especially this year, meant to me, honouring my dad. Not only for his service but for his life. It was a honour to have my dad on the side in the crowd watching his family march on his behalf, I hope too he felt proud of us. I am not one to verbally express myself and I recently came across the 5 Love Languages these show you there are five ways for someone to express themselves. Number 4. Acts of Service, is definately where I fit and I hope with my contributation to marching my dad saw and felt that I love him. Luv u dad ♥ And to all those who faught for us "Lest We Forget" |