Anzac Day

It's Anzac day and it's raining. I didn't go to the dawn service and i feel ever so slightly guilty. The sleep-in was exceedingly nice though, and i did wake up at 7.36am to the sound of two trumpets (pretty much in) unison playing The Last Post. I have no idea where they were though.

But yes, Anzac day. Poppies. Gallipoli. Rain. Mud. Death...

and the hypocritical words: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.