I would like to begin this blog post by saying that I very gratefully acknowledge and respect those who fought and died in the name of freedom for the Australian people. On this day, just as any other, their bravery is once more commended as we are able to live in the country they fought for us to have. Lest We Forget.
In case you haven’t already figured it out, today was ANZAC Day (ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps), where we the Australian people stop to reflect on the sacrifices made by those who fought at war for the freedom and betterment of our country.
Midge’s grandparents were in town for a particular ANZAC Day march and so Midge and I caught the train in to be there with them for that. This is the first time that I’ve met Midge’s grandparents and I honestly think they’re really good, nice people. The particular ANZAC march that we were at had a big focus on recognising the contribution of Indigenous Australians have made and as such there were lots of Indigenous people at this event, most of which proudly displayed Aboriginal flags and colours red, black and yellow on their person. And so I’m sticking out like a sore thumb because I am clearly the palest person there. Midge even turned to me at one point to ask me if I had noticed how white I was compared to everyone else. And of course, at this particular march everyone marches. And so I really feel out of place because once again I am clearly not an Indigenous person, nor do I have any relatives who had fought in any war or even joined the armed forces. Anyway, the ceremony on the whole was really nice and I was glad to be there for this year.