Our first civilian ANZAC day

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It’s so funny how leaving the defence force life behind us has changed so much… but also so little.
I know, I know that makes no sense.

Being a defence force family is all encompassing… it seriously has a say in every aspect of your life. But we worked really hard not to get caught up in that so we still had this false idea of independence.

ANZAC day 2016, Melbourne CBD

Being a civilian family is just, well, a breath of fresh air if I’m honest. I can’t really put into words what’s it’s like to not have the constant expectation that everything’s going to change in the blink of an eye- I mean the words security and relaxed come to mind- but it’s really only a comparison someone who’s gone through it can truely understand. 

Circa 2013, ACT

But, you know, there were plenty of positives about being a defence family that I’ll miss for the rest of my life. The housing stuff, the medical stuff – sure – but mainly that sense of community. Like, it’s REALLY shit at times, but we’re all in this together. 

It’s a real credit to the serving members and the families of ADF folk – despite all the trials they really have each other’s backs.

ANZAC day 2011, Sydney CBD

Man, it’s a sacrifice serving in the ADF. I know that the risk of physical harm is nothing compared to what it was but there are so many past and present members suffering with mental illness because of the time they served.

To them, I pay my respects.

There are so many Mums and Dads who have missed out on milestones in their children’s lives.

To them, I pay respects.

There are many sons and daughter who missed the last months of their parents lives because they were away.

To them, I pay respects. 

There are so many people, all across Australia and NZ who have sacrificed so much to serve in the ADF. Members, wives, husbands, parents, children…

To them, I pay respects.

And, to all of those who made the ultimate sacrifice to stand in the place that many would not dare to stand… I pay my respects.

Lest we forget. 

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