Jesus_Christ
25/04/2009 11:04:35 AM No doubt I'm going to get flamed for some of this, but I think it's important.
This is one day of the year I always feel very out of it; to put it bluntly, I couldn't care less about ANZAC Day, but not because I haven't thought about it. I have. I appreciate the history behind it, and to some extent, find it very interesting, but I can't help but feel that this is a day that we continue to humour our veterans, and most importantly, humour ourselves; it seems as though a day where we pretend that the deaths of hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of good men actually meant something. We pretend that these deaths had some kind of tangible benefit in the real world; like, somehow, today, we are actually better for their sacrifice.
But I ask you how? The causes and motivations behind World War I were so deep and complex that you cannot so easily and xenophobically separate the goodies from the baddies. In the end, on its most basic level, World War I was the result of an ethnic movement in a faraway land that pulled the trigger on the political maneuverings of the ruling elite of the time. None of this had anything to do with the New Zealand everyman, and yet every man, as it were, went to pay the ultimate price for these squabbles.
Why, then, do we honour their service? Why do we treat them as heroes, when they are victims? Why is it that we have to pretend, have to believe, that they died for something? Sometimes people just die, and there's no reason, no redemptive feature, nothing. They're just gone. Do we, as human beings, have trouble accepting that?
Now, I know this isn't a popular viewpoint, and I know there will be a lot of argument brought to bear against me (though in the past when I have assumed that, I have been surprised), and that's fine. I know a lot of people feel very strongly about this subject and I'm willing to accept the consequences of voicing my opinion. I also understand if you feel strongly about this and am not dismissing out of hand your sentiment. I am simply providing a springboard for important discussion.
Simply put; we remember because they were victims. The maxim "lest we forget" is reminding us of the folly of war for the individual man. It reminds us that men like me, men like JC, women like all of you on here sacrificed everything for nothing. Life goes on after war, if we are lucky nothing changes in the greater scheme of things... if a man does not take note of his mistakes, he is destined to repeat them... as it were.