i am sitting in the lull of the house after dinner
and girls scootering around tied together with a skipping rope
and husband chatting to his mother
and poodle barking at and chasing the cat
and rain on the roof
and the soft hum of this amazing equipment
and i want to thank the amazing humans who went to war,
those who fell
those who returned
those who lost love
those who kept going
i never want to have to know what they did
see what they did
feel what they did
but i know i have this quiet house, in this beautiful country in no small part because of them - their youthful, ignorant, passionate, horrible sacrifice
and as clumsily as i am expressing it
i have gratitude and plan to go to the dawn parade tomorrow to honour them
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