It’s a pity Anzac Day hasn’t seen the widespread practising of unwritten conventions. Like a free drink for veterans and servicemen in appreciation of their sacrifices.
Last night a couple of celebrating Navy girls in uniform - is there a finer sight? - insisted I should be a barman when granted a free ride to Kings Cross. For me it was nothing, five bucks, yet they hadn’t received a free drink all day.
How about the unwritten Anzac Day rule of never taking money off veterans, covered by Sam de Brito in a recent post on two-up,
Never : Take money from a 70-year-old gent wearing medals. Don't be patronising, just forget to pick up your winnings from him, or slip the dosh in his jacket pocket and disappear into the crowd.
In Balmain last night an old fella wearing medals and partially blind was mightily relieved when I found him and his wife on a street of revellers seeking taxis. They were dead on their feet after attending the Dawn Service, thence followed by the March.
A WW11 sailor, his cruiser was sunk in the Mediterranean by a German torpedo in the dead of night, claiming 150 of his shipmates. After which he served on another two ships in the Pacific theatre. Listening to this account told in a matter-of-fact manner, it was hard to comprehend his experience, though an honour to hear all the same.
The bloke and his missus were so effusive in thanks for a free ride you’d think they’d won the lottery. Obviously the first ‘sling’ he’d received all day. "It’s like Christmas," he said after finally opening the door. As it should be on Anzac Day, he sure earned it.