Heyup Pasha, ANZAC Day was Monday, mate. Elsewhere I wrote this piece
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ANZAC Day today, and early start for me.
Up at 0400 for a dash over to Freo to ditch the flowers at the Dawn Service, which begins at dusk last night with an all-night vigil on the Cenotaph(or Cataphalk as they insist on calling it down here) and finishing at dawn today.
I waited in the gloom with the various other Service reps flower chuckers who were all shivering for some reason.

Probably with emotion because the temperature was a balmy plus six.

As we approached the Cenotaph from the west, the Sentries were silhouetted against the early dawn light, an impressive sight.
Same couldn’t be said for the various wreath-laying parties from the Royal Australian Navy . If you think Jack can’t do drill, wait till you see this lot. Atrocious.

Malone and Capon would have a fit! Most popular was a sort of Mexican wave effect when saluting. Anyhoo, the crowd were happy.
After I ditched the wreath, Paul and I thinned out to the Navy Club for brekkers. Best thing I can say about that, is it was free. We met the young Middy with the big tits that we first met at Paddy’s last year. Nice girl, she’s doing summat called Comloc before she gets promoted( What’s “Comloc” Fark knows, daren`t ask)
We excused ourselves and found a decent caff for a real breakfast before heading into Perth to meet the rest of our blokes.
Parade in Perth was one of the best ever, according to all the locals, way over thirty thousand lining the Parade route. Our guys were all in good spirits, mainly due to the numerous hip-flasks. We had a great time and if I had a dollar for everyone who said “these guys look smart” or “these blokes know how to march” I`d have about five dollars! Naw, the crowd applaud politely as each mob shamble by, till it`s our turn and they really do go ape. Cheering like loons all of`em. Kin amazing feeling and hard not to smile back.
After the march I didn’t want to hang round for the Service, so Jimmy and meself thinned out to ANZAC House to pick up the girls before heading off to a boozer for lunch with Clance, Madmick, Eddy D and Karl , et al. Bloody good day and mega brownies from Mrs Aitch for staying sober after last year’s outrageous behaviour.
Mind you, there`s always Remembrance Parade
The Dawn Service is totally silent, except for the Ode at the end, untill the local politicians start gobbing off and thanking everyone for turning up. Felt like telling the twonk to FROffski, we don`t do it for his thanks. There`s nowt like it in UKers. Whole familly groups standing in total silence from 04 30 onwards, quite a few do the night vigil as well. I`d estimate the crowd in Freo at about two thousand plus. The State Dawn Service in King`s Park was attended by thirty-five thousand, according to W.A. Police figures. The Governor had to walk the last half mile to the Service because of the number of people(What a bastard

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Of interest to you, RJ, is the Viet Vets community. Shunned by the public for years(most of whom followed Jane Fonda`s example) spat upon, even. They had problems with the RSL (Oz equivalent of British Legion) and formed their own Association named after one famous Aussie engagement, the battle of Long Tan. Many have been through the PTSD treatment mill and formed themselves into various bikey gangs, the most famous being the Patriots. They ignore usual Ex-Service protocol for events like ANZAC Day and turn up uninvited, on their Harleys anyway. Big copper next to me looked at them as if they were dog shit, w4nker. I make a point of chatting to them, great lads, all.
Take it easy Pasha, if you ever get your arse down here to see Page, do yourself a flavour and drop by to see us here in the West
