April 25 is ANZAC Day in Australia and New Zealand, and it’s one of those days with a variety of meanings to a variety of people. Primarily it is a day to remember and pay respects to the Australia and New Zealand Army Corps soldiers who fought and died on our nation’s behalf in wars of past and present.
To me, ANZAC Day is a confusing mixture of respect, solemnity, pride and despair. Respect and pride for the sacrifices made by brave men and women in the hope of securing a safe and free life for their family and friends, and solemn remembrance of innocent civilians who die needlessly as a result of war every day. Then comes the despair. Continue reading ANZAC Day – what it means to me