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Just curious.....did you observe the one minute silence? If not, why not?

i was asleep at the time for night shift so techincally i was silent then

absolutely.... i don't know if having a sibling in the forces makes me understand what it means to observe it more or not though

Intended to, but forgot as I was trying to calm down my son and put him to sleep.... I don't understand why he didn't observe the minute of silence, 8.5months old, he should know by now what to do

i was sitting in my lounge room watcing the services on sky news.

that one minute, and the sound of the last post on anzac day always makes my blood run cold with appreciation and respect.

Yerp, i was in the city, was wierd not hearing the usual chatter apart from a few. Some business turned all there lights off too.

yes every year... even if i wanted to i couldnt make noise cos id feel like a kunt...

i was about the only one at work that remembered.... :S pretty sad really...

Yeah there was an announcement at work. All silent except 1 person who was on the phone..

Every year I observe the minute of silence, had to remind a few people, ungrateful pricks.

Phillis wrote:that one minute, and the sound of the last post on anzac day always makes my blood run cold with appreciation and respect.

I know exactly what you mean!

Forgot, felt guilt afterwards once I realised. Then again at 11 I was probably silent while working anyway, but it's not the silence that's important (to me), it's the rememberance. Which as I said, I forgot

Just got sent this via facebook, worth watching I think.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWsf76wG78g

I'm sure the same could be said for our soldiers, or any of our allies.

i forgot and cant remember what i was even doing at that time.

i never miss it. same as ANZAC day i go to the dawn service every year and i will go to gallipoli one year when i have saved enough money.

I did it, I planed to do it same as every year but I almost forgot this year went to put my phone away just as my phone clicked over to 11 and rembered

if i had to pick one thing about today and anzac day that frustrates me, its whats not being remembered.

its also about the soldiers who gave their blood behind front lines, who got injured/maimed/killed without being shot at by an AK-47. eg, clearing a mine field somewhere in africa so that kids can play soccer without being blown up, succumbing to malaria somewhere in the jungles of southeast asia, trip-wires while rebuilding a village in veitnam. the young guy who was shot in the head at puckapunyal a few months back during a live-fire training mission ect...

it just kinda annoys me that when we hear the term 'dying for your country' we automatically think of laying in a trench with bullets flying overhead

wicksy wrote:i was asleep at the time for night shift so techincally i was silent then

Same for me.
I want to go to Next years dawn service, i haven't been to an ANZAC day service since my grandfather died, There is a bit of a story to this as to why.
My grandfather like many others, served in WW2, he was a mechanic on the spitfires in darwin. I was the only grandson that ever asked to wear his five medals in an ANZAC parade, and he let me. Now my father and one of his sisters dont get along at all. and when he passed my nan, aunties (except for the bitch we hate) and dad all sat down and talked about wat to do with the medals, being traditionally they would go to the eldest son, and dad being the only son would have got them. They came to an agreeance that i being the only grandson that had wanted to wear them, had shown an interest in the war or showed that i cared in the matter by marching or how ever, should have them. ( One of my cousins is in the army as an electrician) On the day of his funeral the auntie and uncle, who my father, mother and i despise, asked if they could borrow the medals to polish them so they would look pristine on his casket, naturally we agreed, in good faith. The medals never made the casket. The last time i saw them together, was the day of his funeral at the wake, where the cousin who is in the army had split them up off the plaque, thing that you pin to your shirt. My fuckwit auntie and and her fuckwit husband and two fuckwit sons had decided that if they cant have them then i shouldn't, there were 5 medals and 5 grandsons, we got one each. i haven't nor has my mother and father spoken to those "family members" since. we did not get along with them before then, and we beleive that they did it to get at us and piss us off. I haven't been to an ANZAC day service since because i always wore them when i went and it wouldn't and will not feel the same without wearing them.
You'd think that my "cousin" who is still in the military to this day would have had more sense than to split them up like that.
While its not karma 3 of his 4 kids have both physical and mental disabilitys and organ problems.....
One day i am going to try and get all five back together and reunite them and wear them proudly again as i once did.
But whether the wankers in the family or not will let me take the medals they got to reunite them, is another story.

It was quiet at work, but i think most forgot about it.

I work accross the road from the Shrine, so we heard the cannons go off and thought 'WTF'
then realised.

I didn't

i didnt talk once that whole dayy i was home alone studying like a nerd so i guess i did