In the spirit of Bundaberg Rum and the ANAZAC's we remembered our fallen ancestors on the 25th of April in a small bar in the town of St Goar. For some reason they served Bundy much to my chagrin but to the delight of a few banana bender's and ma staters. We donned whatever representative garb we could find and drank to those who fought for our freedom from tyranny and persecution which allowed us to be here today in the country of our former enemy, now ally, drinking side by side as all man and woman should. As the juke box blared an oh so familiar ocker ballad, and our VB and Bundy flowed freely, I draped myself in the flag our brethren fought under, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention like a regiment from the sixth battalion. A small tear rolled down my cheek and I smiled a patriotic smile. I thankyou for your sacrifice from the bottom of my heart, and this beers for you.
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