Anzac Day Memories
As we can’t meet together this year we asked the members of MMUC for memories of past Anzac Days. Here’s one reply:
“When I was a teenager in the late ‘50s I went to my first Anzac Day dawn service at the cenotaph in Martin place in Sydney. In the pre-dawn darkness all became silent as we began to hear a sound in the distance. It was the sound of marching feet. No band, no commentary, just the sound of the marching feet becoming ever louder as they approached the cenotaph. Of course, in the ‘50s with WW2 not long over there would have been thousands of people forming that marching cohort.
It is a memory that remains vivid and which I hold in awe to this day.”