Anzac Day Quotes

Even if this spring the dappled leaves should shelter our minds from the moon's pale echo we would still remember how once they were sheltered by our skulls only from the day's sun and the night's stars and never from what we feared and what we remembered

Ne'er Fade Away by Stewart Stafford The hillside piper's requiem, Guides old soldier's bones, To slain brothers of his youth, No longer a marching memory. His scars, Valhalla's roadmap, His medals, coins for Charon, His conquests, the beacon fire, His blood scours the path ahead. This churned earth is now home, Weeping craters, foxholes beatified, Barbed wire hands joined in praying, The minefield of life cleared for us all. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.

For almost a week the creature swam contentedly in its exhibit, until on Anzac Day, 25 April, it took a turn for the worse. Being a public holiday, the aquarium was busy, and many people peered through the glass to get a glimpse of the ferocious predator. After seeming to be disoriented and listless, it suddenly vomited up its entire stomach contents, causing the watching public to recoil, for floating in the foul-smelling discharge was a half-digested rat, a bird, and a tattooed human arm. When the arm was examined by a pathologist, it turned out that it had been cleanly severed from the body with a knife.

...Poleman kept telling them it was nearly Anzac Day and they needed to remember the sacrifices of the soldiers, and her thinking that the Civil War taught her that people in power don't give a fig about people like her and their sacrifice, they only cared about people who could help them cling to power, that there was no point trusting anyone with a story to tell or someone else's sacrifice to sell, that stories of sacrifice are only used to help those in power, otherwise it's not a sacrifice, it's just a non-grieved over death