Watching the ceremony from Anzac Cove at the moment.
It's weird, it always leaves me in tears. I'm not a militarist, I'm not big on the legends of bravery, I sure as hell don't wish I had been there during the battles, and I somewhat agree with the idea that we should be remembering all of World War One, not just Gallipoli. I wonder what the Turks must think of it all. As for the hymns and prayer readings, I have never been a big one for churches, other than as tourist attractions. And as for the ceremonies on this side of the world, they don't affect me much at all. To be brutally honest.
But Anzac Cove, even on television, even half a world away, I end up in tears. And always think that I won't when I start watching it. It's just the seriousness, the solemnity, when there is so little of substance in the rest of the twenty first century. At least, in the First World. Or something along those lines.
I was there you know. As a visitor, not a veteran lol. 1998. And I frikkin slept in for the Dawn Service. One of the most disappointing moments of my life, even looking back on it now. I got to the ceremonies at Lone Pine and Chunuk Bair later that day, and I got to Anzac Cove on the 26th, but still.
I guess I've just never been a morning person lol.
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