It was 95 years ago that the ANZACs landed at a cove in Gallipoli that now bears their name. It was the first time that our nations had engaged in War as independant colonies and through that and subsequent campaigns ANZAC troops carved for themselves an international reputation that stands even today as some of the world's best soldiers.
As a younger man I didn't really have much appreciation of the significant of the sacrifice made. However now, as a father of my own children and different perspective, I have a gratitude and appreciation. I live in a country that enjoys peace. We have liberty to determine much of our own path in life.
My Grandfather, who I never knew, fought at Flanders Fields in the British Army during the First World War. My Father, too young to serve in Europe, joined the RNZAF in 1942 and served in the Pacific during the later years of World War II. The both returned from war and in time started families.
We owe a debt of gratitude to those that fought and to those that died, Their death and sacrifice brought for us the freedom that we enjoy today. Wars are tragic and sad, but when we appreciate oour freedom we have and the ideals of those went, we must never forget.
Thanks Grandad. Thanks Dad.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."