Editorial - Saturday, April 25: Dawning of the Anzac legend
REFLECTING on their fate, in the futile surrounds of a muddy, hand-dug trench under machine- gun fire, did those brave Anzacs realise their sacrifice would echo through the ages?
Resigned to certain death as they mourned their fallen mates, those soldiers must have pondered the gravity of the situation and what honour their memory would hold.
Their yearning for peace really cannot be comprehended by today's standards.
Testament to the tragic loss of life that defined a nation, Australia over the course of a century has never once forgotten.
As first light breaks today and the lorikeets fly above the dawn service to the haunting sounds of the bugle, emotions will stir.
Then as the veterans march in solemn remembrance there will be an overriding feeling of gratitude in the crowd, as always, as Australia remembers.
Why, because each year there is nothing surer than the respect of Anzac Day.
Today though, no one can imagine for a second, until it happens, the feeling and power of the centenary service from the Gallipoli Peninsula. The greatest tribute to our most sacred day is national pride.
Only in a country this good could the legacy be so strong after 100 years.
Lest we forget.