29 April 2013


On Anzac day the girls kindly let us have a lie in while they baked Anzac biscuits for us. Something was not quite right; slightly burned on the outside, somewhat raw on the inside - the oven had been set to 'grill'.

I don't think that grilled Anzacs will become a tradition, though they do embody something of the Anzac story - a lot of well-intentioned effort on behalf of a paternal authority for a disastrous result...

I am moved by these words of Kemal Ataturk. Can you imagine any leader today, of any nation, saying this about an invading force?

Those heroes that shed their blood
And lost their lives.
You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country.
Therefore rest in peace.
There is no difference between the Johnnies
And the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side
Here in this country of ours.
You, the mothers,
Who sent their sons from far away countries
Wipe away your tears,
Your sons are now lying in our bosom
And are in peace
After having lost their lives on this land they have
Become our sons as well.

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