Today is Anzac Day.
It is a day when Australians and New Zealanders think about war and the people who have served; the people who have fallen and what it means to serve your country.
There is honour in that.
There is courage.
There is a sense of nobility too.
It’s not a time to talk about whether war is right or wrong.
It’s a time to remember, to give thanks.
It’s a time to be proud.
The ANZAC spirit, the brotherhood, the camaraderie, it endures. On a day like today I can feel it in the air; it is unseen but clear and real.
On a day like today I watch men and women in dress uniform marching through the streets of my city, their hearts swelling for those who came before and those who will come after. Marching for brave souls and freedom and peace.
And my heart swells too.
God Bless the ANZACS.