Anzac Day in the Netherlands
Friday was Anzac Day, and we travelled with our mate Mick down to the Commonwealth War Grave in The Hague for the Anzac Day service. It was a beautiful Dutch morning, still and peaceful. It is an interesting thing to try and explain to our foreign friends and colleagues what Anzac Day is, and why it is so important to Australians. To be honest, I am not sure I know the answer to that either. Perhaps the most concise description came from Land Commander of Australia Major-General Mark Kelly, who said the term Anzac "has transcended the physical meaning to become a spirit".
But does that explain it? Try explaining to a non-Australian that a military misadventure that cost thousands of young Australian lives has become a touchstone for national identity. Sitting in Europe for the last few years, and watching the crowds grow at Anzac Day services, I have come to reflect on this a few times. I have been particularly struck by the numbers of younger Australians making a pilgrimage to the actual Gallipoli site in Turkey. I have been there myself some years ago, and it was a very moving experience, yet is still remains hard to define why.
For my mind, the increasing focus is linked to a search for national identity. And I believe this was fuelled by the Howard era. The emphasis through the Howard years was on the individual, the priority being to get ahead. I think it is in this vacuum that younger Australians have sought out a sense of collective feeling. And Anzac Day and the ‘spirit’ it embodies has for many provided some part of the answer in that search.
Of course this little theory of mine is contrary to the perhaps obvious suggestion that Howard was a key promoter of the idea of the Anzac spirit. The shallowness of Howard’s jingoism about national icons was a poor substitute for the real thing. In the face of a sugary sweet interpretation of our identity, I think people, particularly younger people, have gone in search of something more meaningful.
Of course, some of the backpackers are just in Gallipoli ‘cause young Aussies love to congregate wherever there is a good party (witness the World Cup in Germany last year), but to write it off simply as that is just a little too easy.
Anyway, I would like to close this post with the well-known quote from Ataturk. It was read by the Turkish Ambassador at the service in The Hague, and I include it, because for me, it
wonderfully encapsulates the spirit of both leadership and humanity:
“Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives... You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side now here in this country of ours... you, the mothers, who sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land. They have become our sons as well.”

