Well, I played The Last Post at dawn, on my flute, which I rarely play and I was never an accomplished player, just a stumbling amateur.

I mucked up the very last, drawn out high note. It came out as a breathy nothing-at-all.

Surprisingly, no one else was visible in their driveways either at 6 am or at dawn so maybe no one heard my halting rendition except for one person I saw disappearing back inside after I finished playing.

I'll take comfort from this comment in the following article:

This Anzac Day feels like a battle we're all apart of

"But if someone in your neighbourhood split the night with those wrenching first notes of the Last Post haltingly played on bugle, or on saxophone or, as in my street, on a much-rehearsed trombone, then maybe the absence and separation dissolved in the dark and brought us all together again."