“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”
On Friday 25 April 2014, I went into Melbourne to photograph the ANZAC Day March. I joined a friend, another photographer, whose father is a Vietnam veteran. She has marched in previous years, but I have never done this nor have I had any family involved with the March.
My father did a stint in National Service, but he was never sent overseas. Later, he was seconded by the RAAF, via the Education Department, to teach at the RAAF School in Penang, Malaysia (which was an Australian school for the children of RAAF servicemen and women based at Butterworth). So we spent three years living in Malaysia, which was a remarkable childhood experience for me – and the first time I travelled overseas.
These days my connection to ANZAC and Remembrance days is through my work. I’m the editor of Mufti, the membership magazine for the Victorian RSL, and I also have a part-time job at Vasey RSL Care, an aged-care organisation that looks after veterans and war widows. It means a lot to me that, in some small way, I’m making a difference to those people who sacrificed so much for our freedom and democracy.
Lest We Forget