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April 25th is ANZAC Day

For those who don't know it's the Australian, and New Zealanders' Day of Remembrance for those who fought/died in WW1.

It's referred to in Eric Bogles's And the band played Waltzing Matilda, and the sentiments, still dear; after almost 100 years, in both places, are perhaps best summed up in the first stanza of, For the Fallen

They shall not grow 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


The campaign, for which they are remembered, was Gallipoli. A tragic waste, in a war of tragic wastes; no matter how needful it may have been, the way in which it was waged was horrid. Gallipoli has the glory of putting it into stark clarity, in some way which Ypres, the Somme, Vimy Ridge, Passchaendale, Chateau Thierry, didn't manage.

Would that we could find that trick, the one we thought; for a brief moment, we'd managed, to end all wars. But we haven't, and odds are we won't.

So, we have Armistice Day, and Memorial Day, and all the other days.

Today is ANZACDay

Lest we forget.

Armistice

Nov. 11th, 2008 02:36 pm
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Today is a day of remembrance. What we remember isn't what used to be commemorated (at least not in the states). It didn't used to be about veterans. It was about war, and the ending of one, 90 years ago today.

It was a time to ponder peace and the costs of the war which preceded it.

It was a time to contemplate, and try to forget the horrors of stalemate.

It was a time of wonder. For those in the trenches, life was handed back to them, for a time. It wasn't a peace, it was an armistice and only guaranteed for 36 days.

In the United Kingdom, and Commonwealth it is Remembrance Day, and still the world falls silent at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, in a remembered presagement of the sentiment from a later war, "Never Forget".

There are few alive, who actually remember, fewer still; who stood in the line. We must be their memory, we must carry the torch, keep the memory alive of just what the world hoped it had gained with this declaration:

On the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the year 1918, the guns fell silent on the Western Front.

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