The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month...
Remembering not only those who died, but those who serve now. Australia's been fortunate to lose so few in Afghanistan and Iraq, but each wounding, each death is news, and important. And those sad coffins arrive in daylight, escorted with public honour and in the public eye. And then they go home to the families who will miss them always. There can't be many families who do not have, in living memory, at least one who went and did not return - a grandfather or father, uncle or brother, nephew or son; and in more recent times, daughter, mother, aunt, sister.
Lest we forget.
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And yet over here no one sees the coffins or even the wounded. The war continues to be sold and our public continues to buy (although with less enthusiasm these days). I am so sorry for your losses and those of all the other countries. Over here we are (most of us) heartily appalled.
We will remember them.
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