26 April 2012


I've only participated in ANZAC Day as part of Sue's group (some years ago), but after a call out of the blue evoking memories from way back, and on the principle that you have to do everything (well, within limits...) once, Sue and I joined in the march this year as part of my former unit.


It felt a bit strange marching (well, trying to keep in step) down St Kilda Rd on a cold and showery day.  Yes, it's right to respect the fallen. But somehow things now seem to include a bit more than this. The parade is OK - after all, we have parades for footballers and even racehorses.  But it does seem that the day gets a bit hyped-up.  Perhaps I should just stop here and not attempt to articulate my slight sense of unease. 

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