{"id":25962,"date":"2016-04-18T06:00:39","date_gmt":"2016-04-17T20:00:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.aspistrategist.ru\/?p=25962"},"modified":"2016-04-17T21:51:36","modified_gmt":"2016-04-17T11:51:36","slug":"todays-simpler-meaning-of-anzac-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.aspistrategist.ru\/todays-simpler-meaning-of-anzac-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Today\u2019s simpler meaning of Anzac Day (part 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Next Monday, April 25, is Anzac Day, the 101st anniversary of the ANZAC landing at Gallipoli. This is the first of two columns by Graeme Dobell reflecting on the commemoration.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n For six decades, I\u2019ve known Anzac Day as a fixed moment of season.<\/span><\/p>\n The leaves change, the chill begins, the football launches, and then it\u2019s the day for The March.<\/span><\/p>\n (In many households it was capitalised like that: The March.)<\/span><\/p>\n The March stood for a lot of things. The medals came out and the old comrades assembled for the annual parade.<\/span><\/p>\n As a child in the 1950s and a teen in the 1960s, The March meant Melbourne\u2019s St. Kilda Road, leading to the Shrine.<\/span><\/p>\n We clapped loudly for my father and his revered and raucous 9th Division mates, striding in step like the young soldiers they\u2019d been. We knew that this was the magnificent 9th. They swaggered again.<\/span><\/p>\n The applause was different, gentler, for the slow-moving, ghosting ranks of my Grandfather\u2019s WWI division of original Anzacs.<\/span><\/p>\n As the 1950s turned into the 1960s, I vaguely grasped the tensions and the divides, even the politics, which swirled beneath Anzac Day.<\/span><\/p>\n Over my six decade span, many of those conflicts of meaning and memory have faded.<\/span><\/p>\n The original Anzacs are all gone. And most of the sons and daughters of Anzacs\u00a0who marched off to WWII march no more.<\/span><\/p>\n My father\u2019s generation grew up knowing the Anzac legend in intimate ways. The original Anzacs\u00a0stood before them as fathers and uncles\u2014or stared down at them as pictures and medals on the mantle, amid the souvenirs of France.<\/span><\/p>\n In the 1920s and 1930s, many were taught the legend as a defining expression of Australia as a new nation. Others got the opposing story about a massive waste\u2014sometimes from the lips of those original Anzacs.<\/span><\/p>\n That\u2019s why the headline to this piece refers to today\u2019s simpler Anzac Day. Compared to earlier eras, our approach is\u2014relatively\u2014more straightforward.<\/span><\/p>\n The understanding of Anzac Day is ever contested. Yet the divides across Australian society are no longer as vivid or as powerful.<\/span><\/p>\n Today\u2019s Anzac Day more easily aligns personal remembrance, Australian identity and political purpose. And perhaps the politics doesn\u2019t throb as forcefully.<\/span><\/p>\n Not least in this simplification is that old struggles about Australian identity are forgotten.<\/span><\/p>\n See this by considering what was once a hallowed term, as important in its way as Anzac: the Australian Imperial Force. My Mum\u2019s father was in the 1st AIF, my father in the 2nd AIF.<\/span><\/p>\n For my father, the sense of continuity was as much about the Australian Imperial Force as the\u00a0Anzac\u00a0legend.<\/span><\/p>\n The term AIF was an identity as significant as the slouch hat. When our military was named the Australian Defence Force in the 1970s, Arthur Tange and his political masters well understood which bit of the tradition they were honouring and which bit had already died.<\/span><\/p>\n At its inception, the contest over the meaning and ownership of Anzac Day was the tension between Australian and Imperial.<\/span><\/p>\n For some, Empire and Australia were inextricably united. Others believed Australia had sacrificed her youth to unworthy Imperial ends.<\/span><\/p>\n Mix into this the great political and sectarian divide that cut through Australia during the conscription referendums of WWI, and throbbed for decades.<\/span><\/p>\n