This year, we commemorate 100 years since the ANZAC force landed at Gallipoli. For many Australians and New Zealanders, it is an important time to remember. A significant date in our history which, unlike many of our holidays throughout the year, is not taken lightly nor turned into a bogan celebration with fireworks and drunken celebrations. It is marked with sombre dawn services, the playing of the Last Post - perhaps a game of two up and a quiet beer while listening to stories from those who remember.
Some believe that ANZAC Day should not be a part of our calendar. That war is murder and we shouldn't glorify it. I don't believe that our current way of remembering this day in our history is a celebration. The stories we are told and the information we are given absolutely shows the horrors and loss of war. How is that glorifying it? So many men and women were lost forever, family heritage changed and those who did make it home permanently scarred. I see no glory there. Purely respect and remembrance.
Yes, we also use this time to remember and honour those past or current service-people in other parts of the world and other combats. We are honouring them, their bravery and that of their families and support networks. Not those who make the decisions which lead to them being sent into danger. Not the reasons behind the conflict. The individuals who leave loved ones behind to protect our way of life, our right to be an independent nation.
I believe we owe it to their memory to ensure that our children continue to honour this date. To keep it sacred. To never forget the sacrifices which are made on our behalf and those which were made a century ago. It's the very least we owe them. One small day.
We should never forget.
