Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
- "For the Fallen", Laurence Binyon
A brief history of ANZAC Day.
Lest we forget.
What a waste. What a total fucking waste. 10% of New Zealand's population fought in World War I, a war on the other side of the world, and we suffered the highest per capita rate of deaths. A quarter of the dead perished on the hopeless shores of Gallipoli; many others were nothing more than cannon fodder on the Western Front, torn down in no man's land on suicidal missions.
And for what? Somebody care to tell me why so many people, my relatives included, had to die in such a completely pointless war? Every year on this day, I hear about how they fought for peace and freedom. Then every night, I turn on the news. Was what the ANZACs did all in vain? You'd think that ANZAC Day would have taught us the futility of sending young men to die in the name of power politics. We've been observing the day long enough; why don't we finally learn something from it?