On Anzac Day I remember

On Anzac Day I remember my grandfather who was one of the men who sailed to Egypt with the New Zealand Army during World War I. There, one of his tasks was caring for the horses.

On Anzac Day I remember my uncle who served in the Royal Navy during World War II.

On Anzac Day I remember my father who served with the NZ Army’s 20th Battalion. He was burned in a tank and survived, was taken prisoner and escaped and was one of only 5 of a company of 120 men who survived the Battle of Ruweisat Ridge.

On Anzac Day I remember my father in law who also served in the 20th Battalion.

On Anzac Day I remember my mother who served as a nurse aid in the New Zealand Army during World War II.

On Anzac Day I remember and I am grateful.

8 Responses to On Anzac Day I remember

  1. pdm says:

    Excellent sentiments HP.


  2. Inventory2 says:

    Among others, I remember my grandfather (a Gallipoli veteran), my father (2NZEF – WWII) and my brother (Vietnam). Of those, only my brother survives.

    Both my grandfather and father were profoundly affected by war. My grandfather returned from WW1 with gunshot wounds and tuberculosis, which plagued him for many years. From what I’ve been told, Dad was a bit of a jack-the-lad before the war; he returned as an intensely private man. He never really talked of the war, and found his refuge at the office. Late in life he was awarded a medal by the Greek Ambassador for his participation in the war in Greece; he took his pride in that to the grave.

    Their stories will be mirrored by thousands of New Zealand whanau today – may they never be forgotten.

    Kia kaha, kia maia, kia manawanui; arohanui.


  3. leftrightout says:

    And today I remember the 250,000 Turks who died and the 400,000 wounded. Simple, ordinary men, called upon to do the extraordinary, defending their homeland in a war not of their making.

    And today I remember the generosity of Mustafa Kemal Atatürk when he wrote

    “Those heroes that shed their blood
    and lost their lives;
    You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country.
    Therefore rest in peace.
    There is no difference between the Johnnies
    and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side
    here in this country of ours.
    You, the mothers,
    who sent their sons from far away countries,
    wipe away your tears;
    your sons are now lying in our bosom
    and are in peace.
    After having lost their lives on this land they have
    become our sons as well.”

    And today I remember the selflessness of the Turks who permit the descendants of those invaders to hold memorial services in Turkey, and I ask myself how we would feel if Germans and Japanese attempted the same thing here.

    Lest we forget that WW1 was a war about trade; nothing more, nothing less.

    A bayonet is a weapon with a worker at each end.


  4. Inventory2 says:

    LRO – in one respect you’re right; we can learn much from the generosity of spirit of the Turks.

    Perhaps you should have left it there.


  5. Gravedodger says:

    That is indeed a contribution to the defence of our nation ele
    My Dad was in camp at Birdlings Flat at the armistice of WW1 and after 20 years of mustering and teamster work had Varicose veins with the resulting ulcers for the 2nd at 40. Did Homeguard at Kaikoura and never quite came to grips as to why any army would land there. Mum’s brother flew with the RNZAF in the Islands and Mrs Gd’s Dad went through Italy with a Tank corp of the 2nd NZEF. There has been some family talk that at one time he was given mountain/ski training but it was all hush hush. No body said much about the war in our families, but a man I came to admire in the 70s made what to me was a telling comment about the Returned Men, “the more they talk about what happened the closer to the cookhouse they served” and I don’t repeat that as derogatory of anyone who served, just to say what some of them endured leaves me in no doubt that leaving the past in the past was a coping mechanism.
    I too am grateful for the sacrifice of all who contributed to the maintenance of our way of life.


  6. Tired Farmer says:

    For an interesting perspective as we pay homage on Anzac Day, Google ” the Last Post” for some history.


  7. Tired Farmer says:

    My father, as a member of the Otago Mounted Rifles took two of the farm hacks with him when he embarked for Egypt in 1915.

    He returned to NZ wounded, but his faithful steeds were not so fortunate,


  8. homepaddock says:

    LRO – I had the later post in which I note how generous the Turks are schduled before I read your comment.


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