We caught the train in and caught the train home with the smell of rosemary with us the whole day.
Today I thought of my grandfather, Gramps. Of my dad's uncle who died at Gallipoli. And Frank who I sometimes walk with in the mornings, who often tells me about shipping over to Singapore as a 17 year old, and returning two weeks later to find everyone had died.
Those young boys who fought so bravely - I can't even imagine the horror.
this is Gramps with my grandmother, Mars.
Lest we forget.