Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Remembrance Day 2008: Lest We Forget.

The Pelicans and I were in a shopping centre at 11am this morning: I’d hoped to be somewhere a little more respectful by then, but getting anything done with two small children and two crazy dogs always takes three times as long as you expect. which is why we found ourselves walking through the foodcourt when a voice came over the public address system calling for one minute’s silence.

It was wonderful to see how everyone stopped what they were doing, and turned their thoughts to that day 90 years ago when the war to end wars itself ended. I’ve no doubt each one of the more than 60,000 Australians killed would have been more than a little touched to see a world that they couldn’t have imagined stop in their honour – but I’m also pretty certain they’d rather have lived to grow old; to take their own children and grandchildren shopping.

To put the carnage in perspective: about 1 in 80 Australians was killed. Another 270,000 were injured: that’s about one for every eighteen men, women and children living here in 1914. By the end of the war it was impossible to walk more than 100 metres along any street of any town in country and not pass a home struck by tragedy.

Miss Madam was intrigued by the silence, which was followed by the Last Post and the Ode. Toddlers have never been famous for their discretion, but she managed to not ask the inevitable questions too loudly. I explained about the daddies and uncles who never came home, and how their one comfort had been the hope that they were making the world a better place for children like her.

Later in the afternoon we went to a memorial on the edge of the bushland not far from our home. It’s a 1/8th size carving of the Sphinx made in the 1920’s by a patient of the returned servicemen’s convalescent hospital which was once nearby.

A relatively isolated place, there’s a strange spirituality that probably means it isn’t somewhere parents normally take children as young as ours – but I think the diggers would have enjoyed the sound of their laughter.

And together we said "thank you", and remembered what they fought to achieve for us all...


FranIAm said...

Oh my- what a beautiful post.

Your children are gorgeous and they are such brilliant symbols of hope.

Wormwood's Doxy said...

Beautiful post, my friend...

I can't believe how fast those little angels are growing!

Doorman-Priest said...

Thanks for posting this today.

Jane R said...

Thank you, Alcibiades. We Northern Hemisphere folks forget how deeply Australia was involved, and how great the losses were. You gave us a worthy and moving remembrance.

Fr Craig said...

I'm dying to hear some confirmation of Fr. Christian's broad hints re: financial struggle there! Wake up! And, thanks for your always wonderful entries.

Alan said...

Well, how d'ya do Private William McBride.

Sung with and to a meeting at a seniors' centre, with commentary and with feeling.

That's how I made my own singer's and non-combatant's commemoration.

Thanks to the Bogle, etc.