There's something about this commemoration that cements itself in my mind. In my psyche. It is a construction of identity. National identity. I don't consider myself a nationalist defined by ANZAC. But it is one of the facets of that multifaceted thing that is national identity.
My grandfathers brother survived Gallipoli, but not so France. The war to end all wars. Humanity was so naive then. Today people continue to suffer, we continue destroy young men and women's lives.
Lest we forget.
