But there they stood respectfully and later, as the dwindling band of veterans marched off parade, joined in the applause to them.
Those young people I heard speak at the services did so with dignity, emotion and clear and present patriotism.
But not all kids see it that way.
For at the 11am Civic Service, as a representative of the Royal New Zealand Air Force was delivering a thoughtful address about the sacrifices of the 1700 Kiwi airmen of Bomber Command during WW2, the sound of an absurdly unmuffled car could be heard droning closer.
Within a couple of minutes another lowered and badly silenced heap of teenage testosterone growled away from the nearby lights.
They would have been 19, maybe 20? The same age as men half a world away from their homes in wars past, wondering if the next bullet or shell fragment had their name on it. If you lads want to be really staunch and strong then step up to the manly plate next year - come to the Dawn Service.