Today is ANZAC Day, the acronym standing for Australian New Zealand Army Corps. The day marks the anniversary of the first major military action during World War I. As a percentage of population, no country paid a higher price with the loss of life than Australia and New Zealand.
is a public holiday in Australia and at least for the morning,
Australians do become sombre and serious. This is quickly forgotten by
the afternoon when significant sporting events are played and consumers
are free to get out and consume.
This morning a dawn service was held at our very grand Shrine of Remembrance and the rain poured down. For once the council takes a lenient view of illegal parking and as people depart, over their solemnity can be heard the veterans of Vietnam War who are rather fond of spoiling the quiet with the roar of their motor cycles. This year as soon as the service ended, sodden people flocked to their cars to return to the comfort of their central heating, a luxury the dead of Gallipoli could have only dreamed about.
Some time ago Time Spanner mentioned how few memorials there were to the fallen of the Boer War in Auckland. Well, I thought, we have plenty here in Melbourne, but actually I don't know that we have. What made me think that we had is the very prominent memorial in the triangular park at the corner of St Kilda Road and Albert Road.
I looked online for a photo and there were none. This could be because although it is a very fine memorial, complete with guarding lions, it is very hard to photograph. The only decent vantage point is the median strip of St Kilda Road. In better weather than this morning, I took my own Boer War memorial photo.