It has been my habit for the eight Remembrance Days which have passed while this blog has existed to post a special article.
I often remember the stories my Grandmother told of her favourite brother, Edward Russell Bates who died at Albert, France on First of June, 1918. An accountant who had played first grade soccer in Perth, he left behind a wife, a son and a sister who never forgot him.
I have other ancestors who lived through other wars, including one who fought at Waterloo.
I have always been proud that these men, and a nurse who served in WW1, fought for what they thought of as the “Good of their country”
Yet this year I have mixed feelings. I am wondering what they would have thought had they known what Australia would become inside of 100 years.
I will not name names but I am filled with sorrow at what my counrty has become and I will not be watching the formal events this year.
I would find it too hard to watch while those public figures who are destroying the country I grew up in and was so proud of use political double speak to gloss over the fact that Australia is becoming that which my ancestors fought against.
I will remember you guys all in silence and in private this year.
LEST WE FORGET