Eric Bogle's
"The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" is a powerful and moving song, written in 1971, in honour of those who fought, and with then those fighting another war in mind.
But the sentiment of the last verse has not come true as he wrote it:
"And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore, the forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask, what are they marching for? ...and I ask myself the same question"
In the last 20 years Australians have rediscovered ANZAC day and what it meant in terms of the formation of our nations' identities, and the continual reforging thereof. And the old men march no more - not even in the back of cars - but new generations of veterans march. And not only do Australian veterans march, but veterans of the ARVN, veterans of distant allies, and even veterans of those who used to be our enemies. We also recognise the role Turks played in our national identity, and the role we played, inadvertantly, in theirs.
There was a time when it seemed Australians might forget. They did not. We will not.
Pace my grandfather, winner of the MM at Villes-Bretonneux, and all those who came back from war as he did.
Pace all who did not.