Anzac Day's a busy time for Charlie. On the 24th he took off early in the morning in a French military Puma helicopter to go up to Bourail for one of two commemorations.
The first was in Plaine des Gailacs, which sounded small and lovely and the second was in Bourail where the NZ war cemetery is. I think that both were very moving things to have been involved in. I didn't go - not being too keen on the 2-hour drive to get up there...lucky for some to get flown around New Caledonia in a heli!
I did go to the actual Anzac Day dawn service. This year it was organised by the Australians and they decided to do a proper dawn service for the first time here in New Caledonia. It was great - with lots of kids getting involved and a good spine-tingling last post.
We took Max down and he was extremely well-behaved - led on by his good mate Murphy (who's got 5 months on him!). We had an interesting chat with a lovely old French war veteran who's 88 and he got out his photos of the batallions he had fought with - he's now the last remaining man in the photos.
Let's hope these two little boys never have to fight in a war like he did...