Today, April 25th, marks the ninety-sixth anniversary of the landing of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps, or ANZACs, on the shores of Gallipoli in the Turkish Dardanelles, on a stony beach of a bay now re-named Anzac Cove. Each year on this day, Australians and New Zealanders stop to remember the sacrifices made on foreign fields of war by our forebears in the name of Freedom. That we today are able to express our opinions freely and without fear on electronic media like this, is a direct result of the sacrifices made by those who came before us, many indeed who made the ultimate sacrifice.
On this day, in dawn services around our nations, and every day of the year in servicemen’s clubs at six in the evening, we stand and recite Laurence Binyon’s words of the Ode of Remembrance:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.
I’ll be back on deck tomorrow.
I very seldom reference Wikipedia. But I was moved by Amazing Grace. Take a few moments and read about the history of this song. It is ubiquitous throughout the UK the US and (apparently) OZ. The history is almost as good as the song.
Ozboy my aunt’s father in law was at Gallipoli met the old chap once back in the 1980’s before he died he was part the British and French contingent. Apparently him and a friend got left behind and had to walk back to friendly territory. He never said much about the war.
However my salute to all the ANZACS that died fighting for the empire from the Boer war to the second world war.
It should be remembered this was another of Churchill’s obsessions with the Soft underbelly of Europe. A price paid for in blood. He lost his position with the Admiralty for this debacle.
Oz, is it all right, while honouring their sacrifice for the freedom we enjoy, if I also say that the statue you feature for your piece is particularly dashing, in that manly Australian way? Even while his head is downturned, reflective and poignant in remembering fallen comrades. Which is to say, fallen freedom-fighters, not that other type of ‘comrade’.
Also, it’s horrible to think of all the good people lost for — what? Freedom, yes, but who thought to challenge it, and to end these people and all they had to live for?
Henry Moore, the famous English sculptor, said that 400 went out to fight the Battle of Cambrai (WWI). He was one of only 42 that came back. What a loss to the world.