We Are All Anzacs

Growing up in sydney in the 1970s and 1980s, i saw Anzac Day simply as the day when the shops weren't open and we'd turn on the TV and watch the parade. It was about seeing a lot of old men on television and feeling sad for them. But although we learned about the history of the day from our teachers, I never really felt any affiliation with it. It was just a day off school. I joined the army in 1985, thinking I would do the normal three-year contract as a way of putting myself through university. No one in...

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