Tomorrow is Anzac Day. Whether you were born here, or came here to partake of the freedoms our gallant soldiers won, please attend a service, wave a flag at a march, or make a cup of tea and watch the march on TV. The ranks of the diggers are thinning and soon there will be no more; let us send them to their final resting places with the knowledge that although the years have long passed, we have not, and will not, forget them. 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. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.