On saturday morning I had to wake up very early to go to the Auckland museum.
When we got there we parked our car on the field and we saw heaps of cars and thousands of people. It was pitch black there I couldn't see many of the soldiers.
As each of the men said a speech I listened carefully to what they were saying.
I had to stay still and quiet well a person was playing the last post on the bugle it was very silent.
After that I saw the soldiers marching to the monument and standing at the foot of the monument where the people lay the poppies and wreaths.
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.
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.
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