The country’s most recognizable bugle tune blew through the frigid morning air of Taralga, like a shot of electricity through crystal. The poignant melody bounced around the mountains, floating with the breeze through the leaves of the freezing trees down to the tent housing my missus and me. We opened eyes wearily to see that the mist of midnight had subsided and ANZAC Day morning…
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