Like every Australian, I will be forever grateful for those that have fought for our country.
The sacrifice of young men and women, leaving to fight a war to keep Australians safe and to preserve this great country and way of life.
As the obituary for Frank Leslie Nicholls, a soldier killed on the second day of the battle at Anzac Cove, stated;
“He gave his life for his country and for his country’s honour.”
The stories of brave men and women, in some cases young teenagers, paying the ultimate sacrifice.
Stories of brothers enlisting together, but only one coming home.
Children orphaned. Women widowed, or never able to marry the love of their life.
Men who faced horrors we could never imagine, and if they came home from War, carried the physical and mental scars for a life time.
As contained in the diary of Ralph Goode stated;
“The fun begins. Landed under fire, our boys routed the Turks out with the bayonet but lost heavily. Have had all the excitement I want. I was hit twice by shrapnel, a scratch on the cheek and a spent one in my clothes. A bullet went through a tin I was filling my water bottle out of.”
I myself feel a great deal of gratitude and debt to these men and women. And I pray that we as a country never forget the importance of honouring Anzac Day and the spirit of the Anzacs continue for generations to come.
As Arthur Bourke OAM highlights that the spirit of Anzac is not confined to the battlefield, nor is it something that can be seen.
"It is a powerful driving sensation that can only be felt. It is a feeling that burns in the heart of every Australian and New Zealand countryman. A warm, tender, fiery, even melancholy ideal that nurtures intense patriotism in the innermost soul of everybody."