tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post6487241662545194015..comments2023-08-17T21:16:22.761+10:00Comments on Life In A Pink Fibro: A post about The Last Postallison taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00762529258195877400noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-29237690718338104812010-05-09T06:11:48.928+10:002010-05-09T06:11:48.928+10:00I love the fact you felt the kids running around c...I love the fact you felt the kids running around creating mayhem was the most appropriate way to remember what the soldiers were fighting for. You are so right. If we can't celebrate our freedom then what was all the loss of life and pain for. Beautiful post. A timely reminder given it's VE day here in the UK today.It's a Mummys Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12042217943292859344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-16077486738330546432010-04-26T17:24:35.739+10:002010-04-26T17:24:35.739+10:00Beautiful. Really beautiful. Love your description...Beautiful. Really beautiful. Love your descriptions. That bugle cry always gets to me.<br /><br />A few years ago when my son was studying WWII at school we took him to Normandy to see all the D Day beaches and the cemeteries.It really brought it home to him what had been sacrificed.<br /><br />Lest we forget.alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09338687691871813019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-20012641905670068892010-04-26T17:03:37.349+10:002010-04-26T17:03:37.349+10:00You brought me to tears.You brought me to tears.Artist in Residencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01073543357740036923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-43553252922617537632010-04-26T16:57:23.413+10:002010-04-26T16:57:23.413+10:00That bought me to tears...proper. I have been obse...That bought me to tears...proper. I have been obsessed with ANZAC day since I was a very little girl. I used to stand at school assembly crying my adolescent eyes out, all the while wondering why I had such a deep connection with that day. I recently found out that my maternal grandparents, by birth whom I have never met, great grandfather, great great grandfather, and even, in fact, my birth mother were all in the armed forces.<br />Lest we forget.Cate Bolthttp://catherinebolt.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-51147121463684449352010-04-26T16:37:47.097+10:002010-04-26T16:37:47.097+10:00Lovely Al. I really like the way you expressed yo...Lovely Al. I really like the way you expressed your feelings for ANZAC Day - I feel the same way. Reminded me of growing up in country NSW. I grew up in a green fibro - your blog always makes me think of my childhood. Thank you. xxAnnieb25https://www.blogger.com/profile/09574721273010056362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-88810050414701408082010-04-26T11:00:50.890+10:002010-04-26T11:00:50.890+10:00Brilliant post Al – sums up exactly how I feel abo...Brilliant post Al – sums up exactly how I feel about Anzac Day too. And I'm right with you on the Last Post... never fails to give me a lump in the throat and a tear in the eye.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11383662171344307488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-37358817384647996272010-04-26T07:34:56.215+10:002010-04-26T07:34:56.215+10:00Agreed. We need to remember and have some time to ...Agreed. We need to remember and have some time to think about it, but if we spent all day sitting solemnly, I reckon the people who lived through it all would tell us to cheer up and get on with things.Megan Blandfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12932508388869573748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1495198733430494988.post-3796446092373184362010-04-26T00:22:14.552+10:002010-04-26T00:22:14.552+10:00Although I had to Google ANZAC Day, the emotions i...Although I had to Google ANZAC Day, the emotions in your post are so very universal. I know well the proud look on veterans' faces as their sacrifice is recognized, validated, appreciated. I've seen it many times on my own grandfather's face, and it never ceases to bring me to tears, too.Staciahttp://myfluffybunnies.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com