I was impressed with the local Anglican minister who conducted the ceremony - his faithful words and prayers. Corp Ben Roberts-Smith, reminded us of the
"profoundly sad reality that our wounded tend to be forgotten, though they have always vastly outnumbered our dead. There were over 155,000 wounded in the First World War alone.
The war in Afghanistan may be coming to an end, but for those who were wounded there, it will never end. The physical scars inflicted will remain their curse and inspiration for life; the other, deeper, more complex, more insidious scars to hearts and minds will wreak havoc and pain over lifetimes."ANZAC Day, is not a day that glorifies war, but reminds us of its' cost.
The lasting memory I have from ANZAC Day this year, was the silence I experienced during the service I attended, and the communal silence I witnessed from the MCG - over 90,000 people standing silently remembering the cost of war (and the price of peace).