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IT IS ANZAC DAY IN AUSTRALIA(Monday, April 25)
Posted on 4/24/22 at 8:30 am
Posted on 4/24/22 at 8:30 am
Per Wiki:
Anzac Day is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand that broadly commemorates all Australians and New Zealanders "who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations" and "the contribution and suffering of all those who have served". Observed on 25 April each year, Anzac Day was originally devised to honour the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who served in the Gallipoli Campaign, their first engagement in the First World War (1914–1918).
ANZAC Day is Australia's version of our Memorial Day. It is a very solemn day in the country. It is often observed in neighborhoods where people come outside, light candles, and someone plays "The Last Post" and "Reveille" on a bugle or violin or electric guitar...whatever instrument they may have.
Of course, there are much larger ceremonies.
I've been to the Australian War Memorial in Canberra and the National ANZAC Memorial in Melbourne, where they perform The Last Post daily. In Canberra, there is a daily ceremony where families of lost soldiers are honored. It is very moving and emotional. The Aussies really get it when it comes to this. Everyone is "all in". It's not just about having a day off, a long three day weekend, and sales at Bunning's (Home Depot).
If you care to have a look you can see it here starting about 1:30 central time today at this link (actual ceremony should be around 3:15, but don't quote me on that):
ABC Australia Youtube, mate
It's really worth a watch.
This is the Australian War Memorial in Canberra where they do the daily Last Post ceremony. Very few dry eyes during this.
Young man playing The Last Post in his yard as neighbors look on. This was during the pandemic, but seriously, do you think your neighbors would get out of bed on a holiday at 6 am for this? I'm gonna say mine wouldn't. Maybe if it had been a long time tradition.
Anzac Day is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand that broadly commemorates all Australians and New Zealanders "who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations" and "the contribution and suffering of all those who have served". Observed on 25 April each year, Anzac Day was originally devised to honour the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who served in the Gallipoli Campaign, their first engagement in the First World War (1914–1918).
ANZAC Day is Australia's version of our Memorial Day. It is a very solemn day in the country. It is often observed in neighborhoods where people come outside, light candles, and someone plays "The Last Post" and "Reveille" on a bugle or violin or electric guitar...whatever instrument they may have.
Of course, there are much larger ceremonies.
I've been to the Australian War Memorial in Canberra and the National ANZAC Memorial in Melbourne, where they perform The Last Post daily. In Canberra, there is a daily ceremony where families of lost soldiers are honored. It is very moving and emotional. The Aussies really get it when it comes to this. Everyone is "all in". It's not just about having a day off, a long three day weekend, and sales at Bunning's (Home Depot).
If you care to have a look you can see it here starting about 1:30 central time today at this link (actual ceremony should be around 3:15, but don't quote me on that):
ABC Australia Youtube, mate
It's really worth a watch.

This is the Australian War Memorial in Canberra where they do the daily Last Post ceremony. Very few dry eyes during this.

Young man playing The Last Post in his yard as neighbors look on. This was during the pandemic, but seriously, do you think your neighbors would get out of bed on a holiday at 6 am for this? I'm gonna say mine wouldn't. Maybe if it had been a long time tradition.

This post was edited on 4/24/22 at 8:31 am
Posted on 4/24/22 at 8:35 am to LuckySo-n-So
quote:
Observed on 25 April each year, Anzac Day was originally devised to honour the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who served in the Gallipoli Campaign, their first engagement in the First World War (1914–1918).
That damn Bosphorus Strait is so important to geopolitics.
Posted on 4/24/22 at 8:38 am to LuckySo-n-So
I say thank you to all of the brave Aussies and Kiwis that made the ultimate sacrifice.
May your souls be in peace for eternity.

Posted on 4/24/22 at 8:43 am to LuckySo-n-So
The ideologies those brave souls fought and died against finally made it to Aussie and Kiwi soil in 2020
Posted on 4/24/22 at 9:02 am to Frac the world
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The ideologies those brave souls fought and died against finally made it to Aussie and Kiwi soil in 2020
Ottoman imperialism?
Posted on 4/24/22 at 9:03 am to LuckySo-n-So
Why is this thread anchored?
Posted on 4/24/22 at 9:27 am to LuckySo-n-So
quote:
do the daily Last Post ceremony.
We should implement something like that here on TD.
Start with Coolidge.
Posted on 4/24/22 at 10:20 am to LuckySo-n-So
And the band played waltzing Matilda
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said "son
It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war
… And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers,
the flag-waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli
… And how well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting,
he'd primed himself well
He showered us with bullets
and he rained us with shell
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
… But the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
… And those that were left, well we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell
knocked me arse over head
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done,
well I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dyin'
… For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
… So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
… But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
… And so now every April, I sit on me porch
And I watch the parades pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "what are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
… But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday no one will march there at all
… Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard
As they march by that billabong
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said "son
It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war
… And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers,
the flag-waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli
… And how well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting,
he'd primed himself well
He showered us with bullets
and he rained us with shell
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
… But the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
… And those that were left, well we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell
knocked me arse over head
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done,
well I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dyin'
… For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
… So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
… But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
… And so now every April, I sit on me porch
And I watch the parades pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "what are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
… But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday no one will march there at all
… Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard
As they march by that billabong
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
This post was edited on 4/24/22 at 10:22 am
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