Steeped within me is the belief that wars are fought - and lives given - to ensure freedom for future generations. I must not be alone in that understanding: sons, grandsons and great-grandaughters participated in the ANZAC Day march on Saturday with a sense of gratitude and with the knowledge of this sacrifice handed down to them.
Meet Bill and his son Kevin at the Redfern commemoration. Meet Jason and his father Phillip marching to remember Jason's departed grandfather. Meet Justin pushing his father, Fred. Finally, meet Corby who had accompanied her grandmother, Suzanne, to the Dawn Service in Martin Place and now at 9am was waiting in George Street to cheer on her father, Tim, who was carrying the banner of the Shropshire Regiment in memory of Suzanne's own father, William, who had served in WW1. Four generations of memory is powerful stuff.