Anzac Day

Today, I crawled out of bed at four thirty a.m to dress warmly and head down to my town cenotaph, to mourn and remember the Anzacs lost on the shores of Gallipoli in 1915, 98 years ago today. Today, we remembered those who never made it home, who died fighting for our country.

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

Lest we forget

 April 25th, 2013. Anzac Day.
98 years since Gallipoli.

Nice to meet you, I'm Caitlin

Caitlin.
The Gaelic verson of Catherine, the traditional spelling.
That's me, and that's basically it.
Almost eighteen, almost out of school and so ready to get my driver's licence.
A published writer at twelve, I will earn my Bachelor of Education, Primary in 2017.
Right now, in between HSC study, I babysit.
My life is basically as good as it gets.
This is my story.
These are my adventures.
Feel free to join me!