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Anzac day. A day of commemoration and gratitude. When we come together as a country and remember those who gave their lives so we can live ours in a place of freedom.
2020 is different. We can't go to our local beach and stand with our fellow Australians. Covid 19 has created a wall that can only be demolished if we follow quarantine rules.
Australians are strong. We will always find another way. My family collected milk cartons and cut the bottoms off to place a tea light candle in. I decorated the outside of the carton with sharpie and red nail polish to create pictures of poppies and 'Lest we forgot' on a cross.
The day before Anzac day we placed the cartons on the front doors of my next-door neighbours and three other house on my street. At 5:55 the next morning, my family stood alone at the top of our driveway. We lit the candle and put our carton on the floor. My mum had the app on while dad put on the radio in is car, someone was giving an Anzac speech.
My heart sank. No one had come up. I had put in all of that effort for nothing.
Then I saw a light in the corner of my eye. A woman that I had never met before came up with her husband and put her candle on the floor. Then one by one, more people everyone I had given a candle to had come up and stood in their driveways.
The ceremony had started and we listened to The Last Post through the radio. We had our minute silence and I let the tears fall down. We will never forgot the sacrifices that they made. We are forever grateful. We are Australian.
2020 is different. We can't go to our local beach and stand with our fellow Australians. Covid 19 has created a wall that can only be demolished if we follow quarantine rules.
Australians are strong. We will always find another way. My family collected milk cartons and cut the bottoms off to place a tea light candle in. I decorated the outside of the carton with sharpie and red nail polish to create pictures of poppies and 'Lest we forgot' on a cross.
The day before Anzac day we placed the cartons on the front doors of my next-door neighbours and three other house on my street. At 5:55 the next morning, my family stood alone at the top of our driveway. We lit the candle and put our carton on the floor. My mum had the app on while dad put on the radio in is car, someone was giving an Anzac speech.
My heart sank. No one had come up. I had put in all of that effort for nothing.
Then I saw a light in the corner of my eye. A woman that I had never met before came up with her husband and put her candle on the floor. Then one by one, more people everyone I had given a candle to had come up and stood in their driveways.
The ceremony had started and we listened to The Last Post through the radio. We had our minute silence and I let the tears fall down. We will never forgot the sacrifices that they made. We are forever grateful. We are Australian.