A lovely start to Mothers Day today... breakfast prepared by Joshy and Ella: French toast and all the trimmings (YUM), then a long walk (under grey skies) to burn off some calories then some time in the garden to admire the girls' gymnastics skills........
Then this evening, Rob and I attended the sombre and beautiful Last Post ceremony at the Australian War Memorial (back in Campbell again). Each year on the 14th May the Last Post service is dedicated to the victims (members of the 2/12th Field ambulance) of the Centaur - the Australian Hospital Ship that was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine at 4.10am on May 14, 1943, near Brisbane. Of the 332 people on board only 64 survived. Rob's dad Allan was one of the survivors of this wartime tragedy, and deeply affected by it, so we try to attend the service each year in his honour.
The life story of one of the Centaur victims is always made the centrepiece of the ceremony. Today we heard the story of Private Alan Thomas Adams. Up until this shocking event his life as a young man in his early twenties was progressing in very similar ways to Allan's - full of promise and adventure... but then......
..........Lest We Forget......
The life story of one of the Centaur victims is always made the centrepiece of the ceremony. Today we heard the story of Private Alan Thomas Adams. Up until this shocking event his life as a young man in his early twenties was progressing in very similar ways to Allan's - full of promise and adventure... but then......
..........Lest We Forget......
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