|Dawn, Anzac Day|
|A little later, at 6.12am|
Living in Canberra in 1990, I went along to the 75th anniversary commemoration at the Australian War Memorial. Seeing the original Anzacs struck a chord. They were so young when they went, their faces still showed the pains of war. You hear stories of returned soldiers who refused to participate in the marches over the years, they didn't want to remember the horrors. I remember the way Vietnam Veterans were treated as second class veterans. It was a sad part of our history. The Vietnam War is embedded in popular culture and war and memory has mingled.
|At the going down of the sun|
|Writing about Anzac Day, |
Much of the day I do spend thinking about the mixed feelings one has on this day. Anzac Day is now commemorated on each 25 April (previously it had been the nearest Monday, thus making it a long weekend). I have friends from Japan who are similarly ambivalent about commemoration of war. The Japanese prime minister has today, again, asserted his rights to attend Yasukuni Shrine to pay respects to Japanese soldiers and yet that action engenders hostility throughout the region. And yet...
I look forward to a time when war is no more and is just (nothing but a) memory.