ANZAC day means a lot more to me this year, but only because my Brother joined a military school. And on ANZAC day, they did a march. In memory of the brave soldiers who sacrificed their life for New Zealand, it was special.

My family had to wake up really early, it takes two hours for us to go all the way to where the march was going to be. I couldn’t believe my brother did that every day he went to school! We woke up at 6, and needed to be there by 8. When we got there my brother went to the other “cadets” he called them. But they’re really just his peers. 

My dad bought me an ANZAC biscuit, it tasted really good, you could tell it was fresh because the biscuit was still warm. I heard a bell and the cadets came and marched, there was also Navy seals there and other soldiers. People were singing the national anthem, it was beautiful.