"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the gong down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." - John 15: 13
|One of the first photos I captured as we entered the Australian War Memorial - it was very crowded that afternoon!|
|We stood by the pool of reflection, waiting for the time of the change of guards.|
|That blaze is called the Eternal Flame in memory of the men and women that gave their lives for defence of our country and freedoms. . .|
|The gates leading to the shrine of the tomb; the guards stand by. "They Gave Their Lives"|
|The march, and the Change of Guards|
"Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolationAnd a glory that shines upon our tears."
|It was beautiful inside the Shrine, and felt just like an ancient Church chapel. I felt like crying so badly!|
|a fresco art of an Aussie soldier|
|and a beautiful fresco of an ANZAC nurse|
|These stained-glass windows. . .|
|"To mark the 75th anniversary of the end of the First World War, the body of an unknown Australian soldier was recovered from Adelaide Cemetery near Villers-Bretonneaux in France and transported to Australia. After lying in state in King’s Hall in Old Parliament House, the Unknown Australian Soldier was interred in the Hall of Memory on 11 November 1993. He was buried in a Tasmanian blackwood coffin, on which were placed a bayonet and a sprig of wattle. Soil from the Pozières battlefield in France was scattered in his tomb." (quoted from the Australian War Memorial website)|
|"He is all of them, and he is one of us"|
"They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe."
|I just love this stained-glass painting of an ANZAC nurse so much. . .|
"But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;"
|they throw coins in memory. . .|
|Every day, a different fallen Aussie soldier's photo is mounted on the easel, and a small biography of their life is told.|
|The Last Post. . . I sadly wasn't able to get a photo of the trumpeter who played the last call of the bugle. But it was beautiful, haunting, and very moving!|
|the laying of wreaths|
|We will remember them!|
|The gates of the shrine are shut|
|The foliage in Canberra is beautiful, and more European looking than we have in Queensland. I enjoyed taking photos on the grounds of the War Memorial.|
|It was a beautiful, sunny day!|
|The Australian War Memorial|
|A statue of Simpson and his donkey, helping bring a wounded soldier to safety. He is such an ANZAC legend!|
"As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain."
|So much awe and beauty in the sadness. . . |
so much honour and glory in sacrifice, death and sorrow.
|The Honour Roll, a list of all the men and women who died in service to our country!|
|Those who have died in recent conflicts such as in Afghanistan. . .|
|The classic "view" of Canberra, and Parliament House from the site of the War Memorial|