My little Joey Scout marched in today's Anzac Parade, proudly displaying his great Grandfather's war medals. Watching the dear old Diggers wave to the spectators never fails to stir some tender emotion in me, and today I was doubly tearful as I watched my oldest boy stepping in time to the drum beat. Anzac Day is a bitter-sweet day for Australians, but always one that makes us proud.
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