I hope everyone took the opportunity to remember not only the ANZACS, but all who have fought in our name. I just spent 3 hours talking to my neighbour about his experiences as a 10 year old Brit when WWII broke. How he hid under the staircase as the Luftwaffe striked, and about how his childhood was in those times. He worked his way into the RAF, knowing morse code and every plane in the sky at age 16, only for peace to break out. Stories of Lancaster bombers, spitfires and P51Ds were amazing, and lined up with so many of the books that I've read. I only wish I'd had this talk with my own Grandfather while he'd still been around. Lest we forget.