The sounds of the bugle playing ‘The Last Post’ always gets to me. I have long stopped trying to fight the tear that rolls down my cheek as that melody drifts across the air.
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Maybe the emotion is due to the fact that that melody represents so many that died so I could stand in our Anzac Park on a lovely sunny autumn day and admire the colours of the leaves, without fear.
I have only been in this town for a couple of weeks, but Anzac Day’s march and service filled me with pride as well as the normal sadness that I feel on this day.
Children marching, relatives wearing medals for those who could not march, crowds of people, families, young and old saying ‘thank you’ to those who served.
Gallipoli was part of the war that was supposed to end all wars. It was a war that was devastating in regards to the lives lost on both sides of the conflict.
Hearing the words echoed from the president of the RSL Sub-Branch to a high school student to the town’s mayor today, that war should be commemorated but not celebrated, and seeing the nods of agreement from the gathered crowd, fills me with a hope that the sacrifice those diggers made when they landed in Gallipoli was not in vain.
War is futile and violence achieves nothing.
Lest we forget….
