Wednesday, April 26, 2023

ANZAC at Henry’s School

Henry’s school held an ANZAC memorial service today since yesterday was the public holiday. 

As the students walked to the assembly, a man was playing the bagpipes. 


The principal started the service with only brief remarks, and then had two students read the history of the events of April 25, 1915. Their version was more complete than the one I heard at the city service yesterday and they did an excellent job. 

As the Reveille was played on trumpet, two students reverently walked together to place a wreath at the bottom of the flagpole. Then we had a moment of silence. And then as the Reveille was played again, the flag was raised from half-mast to full height. 



(That's Henry on the back row, right side.)

A school choir sang the "Spirit of the ANZACs" Anthem. (Lyrics below)

Henry was able to lay a flower on the wreath at the flagpole.

Each child was invited to bring a flower to place at the base of the flagpole to show respect. 

The thing that struck me is that the children from kindergarten to grade 6 were 100% quiet and respectful. The entire time! There was absolutely no whispering or disruptions. None. At all. The respect and attention was very touching and impressive. 

I noticed the same thing yesterday at the adult service. There were a LOT of people in the park. More than I expected at 5:45am. And they were all quiet. The reverent mood persisted as everyone left smoothly. They were giving out coffee and ANZAC biscuits afterward and there was no surge or press to hurry up and get the free food. And there wasn't even a big sign thanking some business for donating the food. It was just there for the purpose of the people, not advertising promotion. 

I love it here.

Poppies are an emblem of remembrance on ANZAC Day. 


“Spirit of the ANZACs”
He's a drover drifting over Western plains
He's a city lad, a clark down Flinder's Lane
They're in the trenches at Lone Pine
And on the Flander's firing line
A willing band of ordinary men
He's all of them
He's one of us
Born beneath
The Southern Cross
Side by side
We say with pride
He is all of them
He is one of us
He's a pilot on a midnight bombing raid
He's an Able Seaman on the Armidale
She's a nurse in Vietnam
They're on patrol in Uruzgan
Sons and daughters rising to the call
She's all of them
She's one of us
Born beneath
The Southern Cross
Side by side
We say with pride
She is all of them
She is one of us
The spirit of the Anzacs
Proud and strong
Spirit of the Anzacs
Will live on and on and on
He's all of them
He's one of us
Born beneath
The Southern Cross
Side by side
We say with pride
He is all of them
She is all of them
They are one of us
They are one of us

They are one of us  

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