Today I had a school ANZAC day assembly and it mostly was the same of last year. The students sang the Ode, a high schooled boy was playing the Last Post and there was a play. I thought how sad it was and I almost cried.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.