Feeling a lot better today than I did before the weekend!
Anzac day doesn’t necessarily make me feel overly patriotic, but each year I feel that my appreciation for what the Anzacs did for Australia grows. I can’t even begin to imagine myself at 17 years old, cold, hungry, muddy, terrified, on the other side of the world, about to get off a boat and run onto a beach were around 70% of soldiers around you were going to die.
It’s a good wake up call. My life isn’t so bad, I live comfortably and have endless opportunities. Thank you Anzacs, I appreciate what you did for this country. I’m going to try to get to a dawn service next year.
I also appreciate the fact that 250 000+ Turks lost their lives fighting. Men that were just doing their jobs, putting their lives on the line for their own country that was being invaded.
“I do not expect you to attack, I order you to die. In the time which passes until we die, other troops and commanders can come forward and take our places.”
- Lieutenant-Colonel Mustafa Kemal (commander of the Turkish 19th Division)
I hate humans possibly more than anyone on this earth, which is ridiculous because relatively speaking my life isn’t that bad at all.
I don’t understand other humans and more often than not, they don’t understand me. Maybe I should be studying anthropology instead of visual communication? Maybe that would just provide a constant source of frustration for me?