Even in these turbulent times of isolation and danger, beauty surrounds us.
The deep inner beauty of nature, art, music, words, kindness and humanity.
The beauty you can see when you close your eyes and feel with your heart.
Beauty allows us to look at life and our future with optimism and hope.
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Even in these turbulent times of isolation and danger, beauty surrounds us.
The deep inner beauty of nature, art, music, words, kindness and humanity.
The beauty you can see when you close your eyes and feel with your heart.
Beauty allows us to look at life and our future with optimism and hope.
check out Finding Beauty at
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Even in these turbulent times of isolation and danger, beauty surrounds us.
The deep inner beauty of nature, art, music, words, kindness and humanity.
The beauty you can see when you close your eyes and feel with your heart.
Beauty allows us to look at life and our future with optimism and hope.
check out Finding Beauty at
http://www.patricklindsay.com.au/new-products
Even in these turbulent times of isolation and danger, beauty surrounds us.
The deep inner beauty of nature, art, music, words, kindness and humanity.
The beauty you can see when you close your eyes and feel with your heart.
Beauty allows us to look at life and our future with optimism and hope.
check out Finding Beauty at
http://www.patricklindsay.com.au/new-products
Even in these turbulent times of isolation and danger, beauty surrounds us.
The deep inner beauty of nature, art, music, words, kindness and humanity.
The beauty you can see when you close your eyes and feel with your heart.
Beauty allows us to look at life and our future with optimism and hope.
check out Finding Beauty at
http://www.patricklindsay.com.au/new-products
Even in these turbulent times of isolation and danger, beauty surrounds us.
The deep inner beauty of nature, art, music, words, kindness and humanity.
The beauty you can see when you close your eyes and feel with your heart.
Beauty allows us to look at life and our future with optimism and hope.
check out Finding Beauty at
http://www.patricklindsay.com.au/new-products
Something to THINK ABOUT …
The villagers from Manari, about halfway along the Kokoda Track, are seeking our help to create a monument to their late Chief and former ‘Fuzzy Wuzzy Angel, Faole Bokai.
Manari was the scene of the famous speech by Colonel Ralph Honner congratulating the survivors of his 39th Battalion for their magnificent defence of Isurava against odds of ten to one.
Faole was one of the young local carriers who risked their lives to help the Diggers during the intense fighting on the Track. Under the command of Captain Bert Kienzle, Faole and his comrades lugged ammunition and supplies up the Track and then evacuated wounded Diggers by carrying them on makeshift stretchers back over the treacherous terrain to Moresby.
While the Diggers, to a man, sang the praises of their beloved ‘Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels’, Australia as a nation has done little to acknowledge their service and sacrifice. It wasn’t until the Fuzzy Wuzzies were down to a handful of survivors that Australia finally presented them with a medal honouring their wartime service.
The great Ralph Honner described their work in bringing out the wounded as being like ‘the care of a nurse and the love of a mother’.
Faole was one the last surviving ‘Fuzzy Wuzzies’ when he died in 2016. His wife died last year. Now his villagers, led by his son, Saii, are trying to create a memorial plaque to be set outside his house and a headstone over the graves of Faole and his wife so that the villagers and visiting trekkers can pay their respects..
If you’ve walked the Track, you will have passed through Manari, one of the most picturesque villages on the journey. If you made your trek before 2016, you would likely have met Faole there.
Please give Saii and the Manari villagers a hand by donating to the GoFundMe page here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/faole-bokoi-manari-fuzzy-wuzzy-angel
Something to THINK ABOUT …
We are still in the shadow of Anzac Day and yet the Victorian Coroners Court was told this week that as many as five of our veterans may have taken their lives since this year’s commemorations.
One Afghanistan vet, Bradley Carr, tragically took his life on Anzac Day on the Gold Coast.
Surely, it’s time to listen to these terrible cries for help. The one thing we have learned down the years from the experiences of our returned veterans from all our conflicts is that everybody exposed to war is affected in some way.
Some are able to recover, some are damaged but manage to adjust and, sadly, many pay with their lives, either during the conflict or in the melancholy years following it.
It has always been thus. Experts now believe that the 62,000 Diggers who died during WWI were joined by at least that number again in the ten years immediately after the war (those who succumbed to their injuries or illnesses or who took their own lives).
Despite improvements in the care available to them, our most recent returned veterans seem to be suffering at least as much as their predecessors - perhaps even more than them.
In addition to the suicides, our recent veterans are beset by an array of physical and mental health issues and are greatly over-represented among our cities’ homeless.
The organisation best placed to care for these vets is the RSL. But it’s been sadly silent during this crisis, possibly because it’s been riven by its recent internal turmoil. But that’s no excuse. A sacred duty is calling our once revered RSL.
It must answer the calls: it must focus fiercely on the issue, seek the facts and the causes and urgently embark on a national campaign aimed at preventing even more tragic losses.
Something to THINK ABOUT …
THE CENTENARY OF THE GREAT HOMECOMING
Over the last four years, year by year and battle by battle, we’ve commemorated the centenary of world war one. This year marks the Centenary of the Great Homecoming … the start of the aftermath of that war, the realisation of the cataclysmic damage that it caused and the first steps of our nation’s long, slow and painful recovery.
This year also marks the centenary of the official end of the war, in June 1919, when the Versailles Peace Treaty was finally signed. The armistice of the 11thof the 11th1918 that we commemorate each year as Armistice Day or Remembrance Day was actually just a truce for a ceasefire.
Two days before our then Prime Minister, Billy Hughes, was to sign that treaty in Versailles, the delegates were told that they would have to affix their national seals in wax on the document when they signed. Now, that was a problem for Billy Hughes and his team: Australia had no seal of its own. So Hughes scoured the Paris antique markets, trying to find something suitable, without any luck. Finally, someone had a wonderful idea: they fashioned a seal from the tunic button of a digger’s uniform. And so Australia’s first treaty as an independent nation was signed with a symbol of the 60,000 diggers who died in the conflict.
Sadly, even before the world began its recovery from the war, it was hit by the global spanish flu pandemic, which killed 50 million people around the globe - almost three times more than the war! It was actually the opposite in Australia: our war deaths outnumbered flu deaths by five to one.
Today, one hundred years later, it’s hard for us to imagine the devastating impact the first world war had on countries all around the world. It wiped out the flower of an entire generation.
Remarkably, clear evidence of that devastation still lingers on those battlefields today. And each year in north-eastern France and Belgium they gather what they call ‘The Iron Harvest’, the annual collection of rusted unexploded ammunition, gas shells, shrapnel, etc ploughed up by farmers.
Bomb disposal teams collect around 900 tonnes of this deadly harvest every year in France and another 250 tonnesin Belgium. That’s not surprising when you realise that the battle for Verdun alone lasted 303 days and left just under a million dead and a further 1.25 million injured. It worked out at 1000 dead for every square metre of territory fought over.
Today the central area of that battlefield has been declared as zone rouge or red zone the definition of zone rougeis: “completely devastated, damage to properties 100%, damage to agriculture 100%, impossible to clean, human life impossible”. Experts claim it will take 500 years before some areas around the Somme are free from that deadly harvest
Against that background of death and destruction, the ANZACs’ contribution stands out starkly. Our WWI Diggers suffered proportionally more deaths, wounds and illnesses than the armies of Britain, Germany, France, the United States or Canada. And this damage was visited on more than half of the eligible Australian males between the ages of 18 & 55.
One Australian scholar, Dr David Noonan, who forensically researched our records, believes that just three percent of diggers who served in theatres of war in WWI were left unscathed
One in every four Australian families lost a husband, a son or a brother in that war … imagine how many more lost a cousin, an uncle or a friend. In fact, experts now reckon every second Australian family suffered a loss from that conflict.
The scale of the first world war was simply astonishing … 65 million men took up arms from around 50 nations … and over four years, 37.5 million people were killed, wounded, taken prisoner or went missing. At the time our population was fewer than five million … so, roughly 2.5 million men. Of these, 416,000 enlisted. One street in the then working-class suburb of Paddington, Bent Street, had 30 houses. It sent 29 men off to war.
To put things in perspective: based on our current population, it would be the equivalent of two million enlisting, with 300,000 killed and almost a million wounded.
Some experts now believe that the 62,000 Diggers who died in the conflict were joined by at least that number again of returned veterans who died in the first decade after the war: those who succumbed to their illnesses or injuries, or, who took their own lives.
And then there were the missing … 23,000 diggers were listed as missing … those who simply disappeared in the deep fog of war. Imagine their families? … dealing with the nagging doubt of not knowing what had happened to their loved ones.
The story of the missing diggers from the battle of Fromelles shows how the war even today has a lingering impact on hundreds of Australian families. At Fromelles, a tiny village in north-eastern France, the Diggers fought their first battle after Gallipoli and their first on the Western Front in France, on 19 July 1916.
It was an unmitigated disaster. Of the 7000 diggers who attacked, almost 2000 were killed and 3,500 were wounded or captured - in 12 hours! To this day, the worst night in Australia’s history! We lost more killed on that day than we did in total in the Boer, Korean and Vietnam wars and all subsequent conflicts.
Of the 2000 who died at Fromelles, almost 1,300 were declared ‘missing’ and their families were thrust into that terrible netherworld, not knowing how their loved ones had died or even whether they had died at all.
Some mothers kept their front veranda lights on for the rest of their lives in case their sons came home.
Thanks to the work of a Greek-born, retired Melbourne art teacher and amateur historian, Lambis Englezos, we learned that the Germans had buried 250 Diggers who were killed at Fromelles in a mass grave. Since then, using DNA-matching with descendants, 166 of those 250 Diggers - or two-thirds of them - have now been identified and given graves and headstones in the newly-created pheasant wood military cemetery in Fromelles.
In fact, another seven missing Fromelles Diggers will be given an official burial and headstones on this year’s anniversary of the battle, as the work of Lambis and his team continues.
Sadly, the impact of the war on many of those who actually survived and returned home was almost as devastating as it was to those they left behind in France. One young man’s story illustrates this perfectly.
Rowland Lording was born in Balmain. He’d just turned 16 when he enlisted on 19 July 1915. He trained as a signaller and served in Egypt before arriving in France just in time to take part in the battle of Fromelles. Young Rowley was dragging signal wire across no man’s-land when a machine-gun burst caught him and shrapnel penetrated his back, leaving him with massive wounds to his chest and arms and semi-paralysed.
He was given up for dead but, against all the odds, he survived and was dragged back to his lines by his mates. He was bedridden in England until January 1917, then returned to Australia. Rowley Lording endured 53 operations over the next 15 years, with six ribs removed and his right arm later amputated.
Despite living in constant pain, Rowley married, had three children, built an accountancy business, founded the 30th Battalion Association, worked for limbless soldiers and wrote a truly remarkable book about his experiences in 1935.
Sadly, in trying to combat his constant pain, Rowley became addicted to morphia and his life began to unravel and he died in 1944, aged just 45 - another uncounted casualty of ‘the war to end all wars’. For so many veterans, like Rowley Lording, the war never ended.
So how did Australians deal with their grief? The reality was that few Australian families would ever be able to visit the grave of their loved ones on the other side of the world. Travel in those days was a genuine luxury
So we built memorials. Cenotaphs and memorials sprung up in every town and suburb across the nation, immortalising the names of the fallen and giving grieving families a sacred place where they could honour their loved ones and where they could project their emotions and memories in their own ways. So why is it important for us to reflect on a war that ended more than 100 years ago? Because “to understand where we are going we must understand where we’ve come from.”
Perhaps the one universal lesson we can take from the Great Homecoming of WWI is that everyone exposed to war is affected by it. Sadly, we see this in all our returned veterans … from WWI through to Iraq and Afghanistan … some recover … many do not … and many pay the ultimate price for their patriotism, either during the conflict or in the years following it
And what do they ask of us? Simply, that we always remember them and their sacrifice …
Lest we forget
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With his latest divisive outburst as he seeks re-election, Turkey’s Executive President, Recep Tayyip Erdogan, underlined the chasm between him and his great predecessor, Mustafa Kemal Ataturk.
Ataturk was one of the Turkish heroes of the Gallipoli campaign before becoming his nation’s first President in 1923. He showed his wisdom and compassion in 1934 when he addressed visiting Anzac and British veterans and said:
“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 Mehmets to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours … You the mothers, who sent their sons from far away countries, wipe away your tears; your sons are now living in our bosom and are at peace. After having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.”
Has there been a more generous sentiment of forgiveness and humanity from a victorious warrior to his foes?
Ataturk’s wonderful gesture of reconciliation opened the way for an uniquely warm relationship with our former enemy. Prior to Erdogan’s authoritarian rhetoric, Turkey made some remarkable overtures to the Anzacs. After all, how often does one nation name part of her beloved land after soldiers from two countries on the other side of the world who came to invade her?
That’s what the Turks did in 1985 when their government officially named the beach where the Anzacs landed on April 25 1915 as Anzac Koyu or Anzac Cove. At the dedication ceremony at Ari Burnu Cemetery at the northern end of Anzac Cove those words from Ataturk were unveiled and immortalised on a beautiful stone memorial.
That same year the Australian Government reciprocated by naming part of Lake Burley Griffin in Canberra as ‘Ataturk Reach’ and by naming the entrance to Albany Harbour in WA, the departure port for the Anzacs, as ‘Ataturk Entrance’.
And, at the same time, the New Zealand Government dedicated the Ataturk Memorial on a hill at the entrance to Wellington Harbour, the departure port for the NZ contingent.
As early as 1951, two years after the Australian and Turkish forces fought side by side as allies in the Korean War, they co-celebrated Anzac Day. The Victorian RSL even has a Turkish Sub-branch that marches on Anzac Day.
But, since he came to power in 2014, Erdogan has been working to water down the influence and legacy of the great Ataturk, a noted secularist and social reformer who modernised Turkey, enabling the emancipation of women, abolishing Islamic institutions and introducing western legal codes, dress, calendar and alphabet.
While Ataturk pursued a policy of friendly neutrality with Turkey’s neighbours, Erdogan has whipped up sectarian division and hatred. His latest diatribe, where he showed footage of the Christchurch massacre at one of his local election rallies, while linking the Anzacs’ involvement in the Gallipoli campaign with some kind of religious crusade – Christians trying to invade Muslim Turkey – is consistent with his approach to taking Turkey back to an Islamic state.
Would that we had another Ataturk to lead our Turkish friends with wisdom and compassion.