Here in Australia today, it is ANZAC Day. A day of solemn remembrance that has its origins in a hopeless World War 1 Allied landing and ensuing battle, fought over 100 years ago, on a distant shoreline from which many never returned. At a place now known as Anzac Cove, on the Gallipoli Peninsula in Turkey, on the 25th April, 1915, so many Australian and New Zealand men lost their lives and many more, on both sides, would do so before the eventual retreat was completed by the end of January, 1916.
Both my son and I share a love of history and sometimes he asks some very complex questions to which there are no easy answers. This morning, before I'd had my breakfast and was not fully awake, he had asked me, "Why are there wars, Mum?" In answering him, I told him of battles over honour, power, religion, land, oil and those that will probably come over food and water. We spoke about World War 1 and Gallipoli. I showed him images of the cliffs that tower above Anzac Cove and explained why it was such a futile landing. And then I played him Eric Bogle's haunting anti-war ballad, "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda".
For me, it is in the sobering, honest words of Bogle's ballad, that never fails to leave me quiet and goosefleshed, that the lessons of history and war reside. While, at the end of it all there may be a victor, so many lose so much.
Why write about something so serious on my blog, where the word hopeful features prominently in the banner? Because, just as it does in my son, with his inquiring questions, I truly believe that in every child there lies the hope & potential for a peaceful future.
p.s. There are several videos of Eric Bogle's ballad on You-tube. I chose one without accompanying photographs because I think the words alone are enough.
Rosemary, a herb for boosting memory, blooms in my garden.
(Sprigs are worn on ANZAC Day & it grows wild on the Gallipoli Peninsula.)
Both my son and I share a love of history and sometimes he asks some very complex questions to which there are no easy answers. This morning, before I'd had my breakfast and was not fully awake, he had asked me, "Why are there wars, Mum?" In answering him, I told him of battles over honour, power, religion, land, oil and those that will probably come over food and water. We spoke about World War 1 and Gallipoli. I showed him images of the cliffs that tower above Anzac Cove and explained why it was such a futile landing. And then I played him Eric Bogle's haunting anti-war ballad, "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda".
For me, it is in the sobering, honest words of Bogle's ballad, that never fails to leave me quiet and goosefleshed, that the lessons of history and war reside. While, at the end of it all there may be a victor, so many lose so much.
A peace lily flowers in my garden.
Peace is what every human being is craving for,
and it can be brought about by humanity through the child."
and it can be brought about by humanity through the child."
(Maria Montessori)
So, as I remembered today, I also wished for peace; for my son and for all of the world's children.
Meg
p.s. There are several videos of Eric Bogle's ballad on You-tube. I chose one without accompanying photographs because I think the words alone are enough.
Lest we forget.
ReplyDeleteI think, for as long as we remember, there is the opportunity afforded by history to learn from it's passing. If we forget, the opportunity to learn from what has gone before is lost. Meg
DeleteMeg, it is a sobering day. My grandfather's ship was on the way to Gallipoli when it was diverted elsewhere. How fortunate he was.
ReplyDeleteYes, Chel. I always say a quiet thanks up to the heavens for the life and freedom that is ours today. I think with that freedom comes with a responsibility to foster peace whenever we can. Meg
DeleteMy grandfather and great uncle served on the western front. I watched part of a very interesting special on the ABC yesterday. During the program they quoted a poem that I don't remember hearing before. It is called Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon. A very powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteI have not heard of this poem either, Sherri. Thanks for mentioning it, I'll see if I can find a copy. Meg
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