Anzac Day reminds me of how horrible it was to go to war. They did not have any treats. Their clothes were like scruffed rubbish. We say least we forget, it means remember the solders who fought for us. The stuff they eat was bully beef and jam. If they wanted water they had to get it from the sea. Some people survived and got medals with glee. I will remember those who fought for us.

 

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