Shorty – wow. I get goosebumps just reading your post. When we had our dawn service at Brigade Hill, it was very eerie. You could almost sense and almost even see the glint of silver of the Japanese bayonets hiding amongst the undergrowth. It was very awe inspiring too – knowing that hundreds upon hundreds of soldiers on both sides relentlessly pounded the ground with their boots right where I was standing.

I can only imagine the dawn service at Bomana. It would be like all those Aussie Diggers, giving the 'thank-you' nod with their head. Seeing their boylike grins and laughing at jokes with mates. Their arms around each other singing away. Then seeing them one by one – each sacrificing themselves for our freedom as the fog and the mist swirls around their graves. Sombering thought, isn't it.