At times, while I was away from home competing on MKR I’d feel a little sorry for myself.
Of course, these tears would always be saved for my pillow… But sometimes, I was seriously stressed out.
I missed my kids, I missed my man, I missed my own bed. And, even with a friend standing by my side, I sometimes felt sad and totally alone.
Then I’d remind myself that actually, I should just shut my pie hole.
Not only was my family given the extraordinary gift of me even being a competitor, but there are men and women from all over Australia, who are working away from their homes too, and not just for 6 months, but for their entire careers.
On top of this, the greatest threat to my safety was an unfortunate vegetable peeler accident (Uh huhthis actually happened…) or clumsy oven burns from using my hands as tongs, whereas many of these men and women are actually placing their lives on the line to defend our country, for months, even years on end.
I knew I would be home in time for Christmas, and in one piece – relatively, minus some hand and arm skin and perhaps with a few extra unwanted, grey MKR hairs.
These brave Australians on the other hand, there’s no guarantees when, or if, they’ll even make it.
As we know from the books of history, sadly so many didn’t, and won’t.
This is my ANZAC tribute to not only the heroes of Gallipoli and the Western Front, but all our heroic Diggers, past and present.
To every woman and man in the Australian Defence Force, thank you for leaving your families and our beloved, democratic home, to ensure that Australia stays beautiful and awesome for the rest of us.
Lest we forget, Bree xxx
Recipe: Anzac Brûlée Tart