ANZAC Day

Just at the end of my mandated isolation period was the ANZAC Day holiday. I walked over to the local parade and commemorative ceremony, staying a bit apart from the crowd just in case.

Very moving, in a wholesome small-town way. The band was followed by active and returned service members, some marching fairly smartly in formation, while a few of the oldest struggled to stay upright in their best suits bedecked with ribbons and medals.

The day’s slogan is “Lest we forget” the senseless horrors of war. That’s important. But I worry that knowing and remembering may not be enough. In the face of so much post-truth thinking in the world, maybe that noble sentiment should be accompanied by “Lest we repeat”.