An ANZAC day poem.
In the 70s, when I was a boy, I watched the old diggers on TV. It was a day to remember, but often as not, it was also their chance to warn us about the futility of war. Today, ANZAC day seems to me laced with patriotic zeal, and those old diggers are long dead. Sadly, their message seems to have died with them. This ANZAC day, I will remember those men and their sacrifice, and I will also try to preserve their most precious gift, the truth about war.