This morning myself and my kids got ready to watch the ANZAC parade coverage on TV. As a die-hard fan of all war things my son was extra excited to watch the marching soldiers. Unfortunately for him, his day was pretty much squashed two and a half minutes into the coverage as his idea of soldiers is quite different to what he witnessed.
He wants grenades, tanks, face paint, camouflage, bloodstains, 42 inch knives, M16's and big-ass Rambo type scars. As with most memorial type parades the reality was quite different- old guys (many in wheelchairs) with berets, a long rack medals and colostomy bags. He basically thought it sucked and went back to his bedroom in protest!
Myself, I was waiting for the nurses, but as it turned out most of them were from the Navy- saw that last year at the Sydney Mardi Gras parade, though with less rainbow coloured flags this time.
Need to have a word with the organisers.
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