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In an age where less and less people even remember The Great War, why is it
that the number of Australians who turn out to watch the event seems to grow
every year? It seems even more surprising in an environment where school
children are taught to call soldiers 'harm workers', and in which the
concept of being Australian is so confused by multiculturalism and cultural
relativism as to be meaningless at best, and something to be ashamed of at
worst.
Or maybe that's actually the reason for it. Australia celebrates
'multicultural day' every year but this isn't enough for for the lobby
groups, who seem to invade the Australia day celebrations like a cavalry
brigade. Trying food from 50 different countries, and watching traditional
Western Himalayan dancing parades is a wonderful thing - but then why do we also
need a multicultural day? As a result, Anzac day is the only day which many Australians feel they can
actually call their own. In spite of the incursions in the '80s by feminist
protest groups, Anzac day lives on in the hearts and minds of a new generation,
and gives hope that maybe, just maybe, there Australia still has the will to
make a stand and defend this country from invasion. The fact that they celebrate this by getting blind pissed and playing 2-up is a bit of
worry, but each unto his own. In the midst of the drunkenness, Anzac day is a
sober reminder that freedom has a price, that sometimes the collective has to
protect the individual, and that the Australian spirit has survived all the
attacks that The Left has thrown at it over the past few decades.
At the going down of the sun,
and in the morning,
we will remember them
As for the hangovers .. sorry soldier - self inflicted injuries don't get
sympathy. Maybe a cuppa tea, a Bex and nice lie down?
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