On Anzac Day I think about history.
On Anzac Day I think about how animosity, bigotry and hatred can continue long after a war has ended.
On Anzac Day I think about how forgiving and generous people can be to those who were their enemies.
On Anzac Day I think about how welcoming the Turkish people were when we visited their country and wonder if, had they tried to invade our country, we would be so ready to extend the hand of friendship to them?
On Anzac Day I think and I am grateful.